I am seeking inspiration,
holed somewhere deep inside,
I wish I knew where it hides.
Just keeping faith intact,
can be so much of a task,
of your dreams and desires you were never asked.
Slowly, the rhythm of my patience
is waning away.
I am hoping that the short breath is just a small stress ball,
I am hoping that soon and surely this will come to a stand still.
And hope is the start of will.