Poems of Infinity

Untitled Part

What is Inspiration?
I sit here
Not thinking clear
and rambling on about
someone or

Something that makes me feel alive.
But is it worth It?

The It of the world
Cannot be met through
sitting and lollygagging
But through hard work?

I can do anything.

Or so they say.

What is this?
A poem?
A rant?
Is it the one thing that
will get me more attention?
Or just some fickle dream?

Am I creative,
Thinking my messed up lines
and no rhymes
will ever be accepted?
Or is it delusional

To think greatness comes from within?
What does this mean to you?
Is it a burst of creation,
Formed through the
work of some higher being?
Or has it suddenly appeared by

chance?
Did you want to see this?
Or some other story?

I am lost, I have no
Name.
This is meaningless
It has no name.
It, has not yet been discovered.
But It will have a name.