A beam of light;
In the midst of night.
Just when I'm almost asleep;
A new thought will seep.
It happens almost every day;
Most of the time it isn't in the way.
But other times it brings flight;
So I'll get up and write.
And it's deep into the late hours;
Hopefully that didn't mean I sacrificed my showers.
Even though an idea rushes in;
Sometimes it's a case where I needed a pin.
It's writers' block that gets me stuck;
And most of the time I can't get out of the muck.
But sometimes there's just the right spark;
And it makes my mind upright and stark.
And with those thoughts I project on the screen;
I'm finally satisfied with their sheen.
So when my mind gives me opportunities, I take them without hesitation.
Because, well, I don't want to once again lose my inspiration.
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Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon
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