Out of Control
December 2, 2019
I breathe in the cool air around me
Swaying branches, cooling air
Melancholy feels
An innate feeling from within
It’s quite difficult to describe
Sometimes it strikes when I just begin to sleep
Or maybe it hits as I slumber
Sometimes it strikes when I see something
A concept or something
A realization, an epiphany
It strikes quite randomly
At 3 AM or maybe 6 PM
Morning or night
It can’t be controlled
An emotion, a vision
I get on with my life and then it hits
I know what to say
I know what I wish to do
Inspiration hits quite randomly
And I may be left with simply a prompt, or one word
Or maybe a whole story or poem
I can never know fully
It feels like something behind me
Beyond what is tangible
But it’s there
And quite wonderful it is
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