Where are good ideas found?
Are they scattered in pockets all over town?
Under the carpet, behind the drapes,
Where does inspiration escape?
Out on the field, or centre stage,
But never on my empty page
Where does creativity go,
Out my pen, why doesn't it flow?
In the middle of a lecture or in the dead of night,
That's when I get the urge to write
Inspiration decides to hit its peak,
When I least expect, creativity leaks
Where do you look for the motive to write?
The blocks are almost impossible to fight
But the second you let the stress go,
All the creativity starts to flow
So perhaps all this time I was wrong,
'Cause ideas were hiding in my mind all along
I don't have to search, or hunt desperately,
'Cause when the time is ripe, they'll come to me.
~Via
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Magnolia
Poesia❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
