inspired

are you inspired

to what extend

do you inspire others

where does it come from

i walk the streets

i buy books

i drink coffee

i think out loud

i talk to strangers

i have been doing this for weeks now

a burden in my chest

not knowing where it comes from

neither where it is taking me

i only know that it has a purpose

i just have to live to find the answer

i woke up all emotional

at the same time inspired

i need only to close my eyes

for the imax of my imagination to open up

for the show to begin

i sometimes wonder why

why this vivid imagination

why this gift

or is it really

none the less

i am inspired

the smallest things

the simplest distraction

be it music

or literature

even sitting in the theatre

inspiration bubbles inside me

do i write

or should i sing

perhaps speak

tell others

of this thing within

share the joy

spread the love

fan the flame

when i close my eyes

my senses take over to

see landscapes

smell flowers

taste foreign cuisine

be filled to the brim with sweet wine

and embraced

i listen to their stories

i look at their faces

i analyse their words

i study their facial expression

cos it tells a story

it paints a picture

it writes their song

somedays

the world is black and white

other days its all colour

its never the same

every day a surprise

a gift of the unknown

so what to do
i keep on walking

let the sun continue to shine
allow the joys to inspire
and the world to spin
which ever way that might be