Inspiration

Where has my inspiration gone?

I feel like it's right there, just beyond my grasp.

Although it's not like I've been stretching too hard to reach it.

It's like I just expect it to be there.

Sitting, waiting patiently at my feet.

Waiting for me to be ready for it, whenever I feel like it.

But that's not true inspiration.

Not if it's there all the time.

That's too easy.

Too simple.

No, real inspiration--and the products and results and emotions it produces--that's rare.

And something to strive for and work towards.

Every day.

Not something to sit around, complaining about how I've lost it.