Inspiration

I've been told a thousand times
that inspiration is shit
inspiration is for idiots who know nothing about the real life
that inspiration is for dumbasses who can't tell a story of their own
inspiration is stupid
inspiration is for kids

but inspiration, for me
is not the idea nor the thought
it's not the passion that comes and goes
it's not the eraser that removes bad rhyme before i write it down

inspiration is the pen the keyboard the ink i use
to tell how i feel
inspiration is the language i use to describe how i feel
how I see the world
through the broken mirror i was given
and the purple pink sunglasses i sometimes forget on my nose

and when the inspiration is lost i can't do a thing
i can't tell a story
out loud
even though i have thousands locked up in my head
twirling around my mouth
but i can't say shit and it's killing me

it is in my nature to put my thoughts on black and white
but despite of the craving to write
i'm out of words
all my thoughts turn to language still unknown
and in the end i misunderstand myself
and in the end
it's all just black
even through the purple pink sunglasses