[Intro] I have no inspiration -- My mind is blank My voice overshadowed by noise from the back. [Verse 1] The people chat, the children laugh All words flee from me with every cough Wanna write of wisdom, of growth from pain -- But this simple poem is all I gain [Pre-Chorus, melodic] The crowd slowly merges all noises to one My mind knows no longer what’s right and what’s wrong [Chorus] Sometimes boredom sets me free, And silence sparks creativity. Stuck in a lecture, dull and slow, With nowhere for my thoughts to go. Walking for hours through silent trees, No one to talk to, no one to please, Watching the landscape drift away — That’s where inspiration has its say. No noise, no rush, no need to race, That’s when inspiration shows its face. [Verse 2] I scroll through thoughts I cannot hold, (oh--) Every sentence feels too old. I chase a line, it slips away, Like every thought that just won’t stay. [with “stop” music shortly stops] So I stop trying to sound profound, [music starts again] Let random words just hit the ground. I let them wander, dull and slow — And that’s when ideas start to flow. [Pre-Chorus] My surroundings merge all noises to one My mind knows no longer what’s right and what’s wrong [Chorus] Sometimes boredom sets me free, And silence sparks creativity. Stuck in a lecture, dull and slow, With nowhere for my thoughts to go. Walking for hours through silent trees, No one to talk to, no one to please, Watching the landscape drift away — That’s where inspiration has its say. No noise, no rush, no need to race, That’s when inspiration shows its face. [change of rhythm and melody] [Bridge] Dear inspiration, find me fast! What can I do to make you last? Well -- [music stops for the inner thought] I know how it’s supposed to be but I don’t have the energy! [music quietly starts again] The paper fills with words and sounds But inspiration cannot be found. [jokingly] [Chorus] Sometimes boredom sets me free, And silence sparks creativity. Stuck in a lecture, dull and slow, With nowhere for my thoughts to go. Walking for hours through silent trees, No one to talk to, no one to please, Watching the landscape drift away — That’s where inspiration has its say. No noise, no rush, no need to race, That’s when inspiration shows its face. [instrumental] [Outro] From no inspiration and a mind so blank My creativity flows - dear muses… thanks!
