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Chapter 1:- Fickle
Fickle
inspiration is such a fickle thing
dancing merrily across my imagination
my bright, laughing muse
trailing streamers of ideas
taunting me
at the worst possible times
(like at three o'clock in the morning!)
commanding me to pick up my pen
WRITE NOW!
and I
as well-trained as a soldier
(or one of those seeing-eye dogs)
snap to attention
click my heels smartly
and rush to obey
and with a flick of her wrist
laughing with glee
she snatches the idea away
as I struggle to catch
its waving, fluttering end
before it slips from my mind
and disappe
Fickle
inspiration is such a fickle thing
dancing merrily across my imagination
my bright, laughing muse
trailing streamers of ideas
taunting me
at the worst possible times
(like at three o'clock in the morning!)
commanding me to pick up my pen
WRITE NOW!
and I
as well-trained as a soldier
(or one of those seeing-eye dogs)
snap to attention
click my heels smartly
and rush to obey
and with a flick of her wrist
laughing with glee
she snatches the idea away
as I struggle to catch
its waving, fluttering end
before it slips from my mind
and disappe
