Birth Of Inspiration

One day, I thought life could be simple

Simply by simplifying a couple

Of complicated complications that compel 

Us to deliberately drag ourselves downwards 

Instead we ought to push ourselves upwards

Pushing up and pulling down

Became part of the background

Of my tiny steps to step up steep stages

Pulling up and and pushing down became cages

My mind would opt for when it got burnt out

When positivity, enthusiasm and motivation 

Pulled too long over the chain 

Brakes broke and bang!

My brain is subject to confusion and delusion...

All I need is some nice fuse tea

And let the aroma defuse some quiet, comforting feelings of "feel good"

Let calmness be fused with positivity and productivity

Let my mind be infused with creativity and vitality

One click of my Parker Pen

Click click,

Retractable, as a though a relatable magical pen

That bounces on my thought and pounces to get it caught

Then, hilariously harmonises with my hand

Gripping onto my inspiration flipping and flapping its wings 

Its way through the mechanism of my brain 

Through my nerves and until the art of neuroscience reaches its neuro-climax

Me surfing through the waves of my writing

Sure swift flow of sweet and sour flow of words

My hippocampus, a palace of memoirs palating flavours of my imagination

A desire from me to immortalise each bit of emotion

Amorously moulding and mirroring the ecstasy of my newborn feelings.