There is no inspiration
for the soul lost to be found.
For the journey ,onto
the path to be found, itself
is an inspiration in itself.
When the pain, the anger, the frustration
just add up to “Inspiration”, it is subtle.
The existence of oneself is questioned.
The answers do not show up clear
the confusions dances and
the frustration just sings the loudest music.
This is an existential question
that flutters inside
slowly killing the living
as they push thru life.