Inspiration is the word I'm looking for
But my dictionary refuses to help
It's a tough struggle against the letters
No one wins and it does not matter
It remains unknown for those who seek
Revealed itself for a millisecond
Grab it, squeeze it to the last drop of blood
Bury the leftovers and cover with mud

Madness cures the urge to be cool
Stand unstable on the stool
Feel it coming and capture the image
In a frame of memories hang it in your brain
The question is always how and when

It's like the sound of thousand birds
Crossing countries when you're half dead
Wake up, a bad morning will walk you out
Then walk you in the bed bad night
Your unfinished song will have to wait
For better moments of unfortunate