Looking For The Next Spark

(Verse 1) The desk is clear but my head is not, Little fragments tied in thread. Sticky notes like constellations Point to things I haven’t said. I run my fingers over margins, Half a sentence, faded ink— There’s a shape that wants to form here, But it’s quieter than I think. (Pre-Chorus) I’m not empty, just between, The breath before the next unseen. (Chorus) So I’m looking for the next spark, Not chasing, just nearby. Listening to old echoes Asking gently, “Should you try?” Some ideas don’t knock loudly, Some just sit and wait their turn— I’m flipping through the pages Letting instinct slowly burn. (Verse 2) There’s a phrase I wrote in winter That feels warmer in July, A melody without a chorus That might now know how to fly. Every version of me whispers From the margins of the page— Past attempts aren’t failures, They’re the scaffolding of change. (Pre-Chorus 2) Nothing wasted, nothing wrong, Some thoughts just take longer to belong. (Chorus) So I’m looking for the next spark, Not forcing it to appear. Sometimes the quiet moments Make the signal crystal clear. Every note I ever gathered Has a place I’ll someday see— I’m not lost inside the outline, The outline is finding me. (Bridge) I used to think the next idea Had to arrive in lightning form, But now I see it’s softer— Like a shift before a storm. It’s the feeling when a sentence Suddenly feels like home, When a small forgotten detail Says, “You don’t create alone.” (Final Chorus) So I’ll sit here with the maybes, With the fragments and the clues, Trusting something in the silence Already knows what to do. The spark is never missing— It just hides where I don’t rush, And when I meet it halfway, It arrives without a push. (Outro) I close the notebook gently, Not because I’m done— But because I know tomorrow The outline will have begun. ✨