YOU INSPIRE

You shouted my name the other day

And I was powered like I’ve never been

You are no god, your voice told me

And you liked the poem I tagged you in

You’re essentially sketched in the delusions of my wanting

And I’ll pen you down to kill this feeling

And the innocent need to insinuate

And to find my way through the dimensionless meaning

That you, my lord, affect me mercilessly, and I,

Blinded and open-mouthed, run against the breeze

I thought you should know the price I’ve paid

To rise to the depth of your subtleties

But I know you now, disappointed and how,

With one hand pressed against your chest

And the other in your pocket, you bend a little

And say thank you, more out of reflex

You’re essentially sketched in the delusions of my wanting

When I stretch every nerve to find some inspiration

And I’ve owned you, killed you, and painted you naked

On the walls of my intrigued imagination

You’ll soon be back to being the you, you were

Just don’t care to mend this defaced depiction

Don’t like this poem, oh, don’t listen to me

Don’t care to solve this apparent contradiction

Be the god you are, affect me, and then

Sit back, play your guitar and enjoy my pain

And I’ll write you a rhyme, one more time

Telling the world, you inspire me, all over again