Teen Ink

   Inspiration?

So many have asked me,

Where do I get my inspiration?

I can only laugh.

How can one describe the feeling of shock,

Like a wave.

You chase it and grab it,

For as long as it stays.

You cannot call it.

It comes as it pleases.

My inspiration.

The endless sky.

The towering trees.

My inspiration.

Like a vain child

Demanding an audience.

But I only laugh.

I tell them it has never told me

Where it lives.