Today I just want to write a rhyme.
But I lack of inspiration.
It happens from time to time.
So I start to have a question.
Where does inspiration come from?
I just want to know.
Is it coming with storm?
Or is it coming with snow?
How do you find inspiration?
Where does it stay?
Is it in my house? That’s the question.
Or is it from some place far away?
Finally I know the answer in the end.
Inspiration is with us where we stay.
It’s just like a shadow, my friend.
When you are chasing, it starts to run away.
You need to stop chasing.
And it will be with you.
So I start believing
that this theory is true.