A word that we all know we need and want. Inspiration. The most needed thing in our lives. I read through a magazine and found this. It was writtin in 2005 by a form 4 girl, Nur Shireen Talib. And I found this to be very true and interesting. Enjoy,
Note: I did not write this
Inspiration… It taunts me with it’s exclusive ways.
Inspiration… It dances, moves and softly sways
Like silvery clouds in the midnight sky,
Unreachable, but charming to the naked eye.
Blind to it’s meaning, you stumble and stagger,
Until it impales, sharp as a dagger.
The poison seeps in, uthe urge to wirte,
The darkness withdraws and you see the light.
Your hand grips the hit, you won’te let it hide,
Yet like smoke it withers, unable to abide.
Once in your grasps, it fades and dies.
Betrays you in the shape of glooms and lies.
Belonging to no one, a spirit on it’s own,
It slithers like a snake, back to the uknown.
Inspiration… No more than an unwritten story.
Inspiration… No more than faint memory
Always look for your Inspiration,
~*BLuRaNdReAnGeL*~