Inspiration hits you like a whirlwind
Coming at you from all sides.
So many stories
You do not know which ones to tell.
The words coming pouring into your head
They are almost like bullet lead.
They come in so fast like a river that sweeps you away.
Try to write all the ideas down as fast as they come.
So many have rushed in, they get lost in the fun.
You could write all day and still lose thousand in the wind.
When inspiration hits you like a whirlwind.
It’s difficult to know where to begin.
You write as fast as you can.
But the words flow faster than your pen.
You pray the ones that left in the wind
Were not the best and lost to the world.
You write all that you can
But more keeps coming in.
If difficult to know which way the wind blows
When the whirlwind of inspiration hits you.