Words and ideas escape from me,
Whenever I try to write something
It keeps me wondering
Where is that spark?
Where is my inspiration?
Everybody knows, even me
That writing poems and stories
It's neither science nor calculation.
All human beings are artists
They all have that artistic fire.
It triumphs all kinds of desire
I try to find my muse, but it's no use
My human spirit is decayed and sold
Darkness has taken hold
Poetic and true words flow
Whenever human beings are inspired
The muse only resides in poets
Whose minds and hearts are still whole.

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