Hard to Be Inspired
It is hard to be inspired,
blinded by the light,
your brain in visions fired,
wandering in the night,
a traveler in unknown lands,
homeward never your way,
in a higher power's hands,
driven each hour of day.
It is hard to have great gift,
talent that bazes high,
gazing across a rift
at everyone until you die,
gadfly-infested in brain,
driven by unseen prod,
again and again re-slain
by command of a merciless god.
And at the end of endless pains,
what you have you then to show?
The whole world takes your gains
and your candle burns too low.
