Inspiration strikes, when the forecast of the day is stormy

It’s lighting dances across my mind & my neutrons

Light up the sky like stars or an asteroid shower do

But imma run hide for cover, a second missed is a second gone

In the shadows I thought the network caused by a butterfly’s landing isn’t worth my life

I’m not a rod to conduct electricity

I’m not invulnerable

My neck hurts too much to gander at anything above me

When inspiration strikes it’s a sudden attack

No alerts cometh from an amber appearance

Cause it may shock the corporations in your mind filled with billions of doubts & cashes in on

thoughts of worry and fear

It’s a union formed by the agreeance between heart and soul

One could agree that those two entities are the same

Heart and heart, soul and soul, so maybe its between mine and yours

Maybe its the protest built from logs sourced in a forest of setbacks.

There its branches stretch so wide that the ground’s always dark and hungry

Inspiration strikes and it hits hard

A blow to the surface and once the dust settles you see its impression

A fossil preserved by the mind

Its the one that seeks you out more than you seek it

Desiring full possession and who knows whats next

It got you making moves.

Behind the curtains is where the real magic happens

You’re moving blocks for its construction

Productions rehearsed before it reaches the limelight is worth watching for a reason right?

Perhaps its like improvisation

Where some of the best things happen without a cue

Just something to prompt it, then a river flows for your use

When inspiration strikes its a dose of an epiphany

A high on dopamine decisions

So welcome it to your front door

Don’t be a stranger 

Because a second missed is a second gone

And as fast as she comes is as fast as she’ll go. 

Inspiration strikes, when the forecast of the day is stormy

It’s lighting dances across my mind & my neutrons

Light up the sky like stars or an asteroid shower do

But imma run hide for cover, a second missed is a second gone

In the shadows I thought the network caused by a butterfly’s landing isn’t worth my life

I’m not a rod to conduct electricity

I’m not invulnerable

My neck hurts too much to gander at anything above me

When inspiration strikes it’s a sudden attack

No alerts cometh from an amber appearance

Cause it may shock the corporations in your mind filled with billions of doubts & cashes in on thoughts of worry and fear

It’s a union formed by the agreeance between heart and soul

One could agree that those two entities are the same

Heart and heart, soul and soul, so maybe its between mine and yours

Maybe its the protest built from logs sourced in a forest of setbacks.

There its branches stretch so wide that the ground’s always dark and hungry

Inspiration strikes and it hits hard

A blow to the surface and once the dust settles you see its impression

A fossil preserved by the mind

Its the one that seeks you out more than you seek it

Desiring full possession and who knows whats next

It got you making moves.

Behind the curtains is where the real magic happens

You’re moving blocks for its construction

Productions rehearsed before it reaches the limelight is worth watching for a reason right?

Perhaps its like improvisation

Where some of the best things happen without a cue

Just something to prompt it, then a river flows for your use

When inspiration strikes its a dose of an epiphany

A high on dopamine decisions

So welcome it to your front door

Don’t be a stranger

Because a second missed is a second gone

And as fast as she comes is as fast as she’ll go.