My inspiration is wandering.
Maybe it went to the store.
Perhaps its in bed having a snore.
Possibly it’s in the back seat of my car.
Oh gosh please not be far.
My inspiration is wandering.
Did it get deported?
Did it turn into a tortoise?
Should I have it reported?
Dare I say it’s been aborted?
My inspiration is wandering.
I remember when I liked to write.
It was freeing like a kite.
Now I stare into computer screen.
Wondering where my mind has been.
My inspiration is wandering.
This isn’t funny anymore.
Without you I feel bored.
Was it something I said?
Can I offer you some olive bread?
Far away is where I last felt inspired.
Babe, please don’t say you’re tired.
I need to start wandering.
There Dan Was 