Inspiration

I wait for inspiration

To strike me while I think.

I wait for a lightbulb

Or a thought bubble

Or lightning.

I wait for those ideas

I know I have to have

Locked somewhere in the back of my brain

Where my brilliance has yet to pass.

I sit there with my pencil in hand

Staring at the blank page before me.

My thoughts, once a storm in my head

Are now as silent as can be.

So I sit there and I wait

For certain inspiration.

It's inevitable, I think

For me to think of something.

I stare at the beauty of the straight, empty lines;

I ought to fill them up, but I never had the time.

Now, when at last I've caught a single moment of peace,

My brain is super empty

And my lodged ideas won't be set free.

I think of random things, hoping to get started.

Prompts Google gives me

I've left totally uncharted.

I sigh and pinch my nose in frustration;

Won't you hurry up, inspiration?