The Price of Inspiration

 

The price of inspiration 
Which leaves you somewhat empty
Oh, the journey toward the little 
That exhaust you very simply

 

The cost is always worth 
For outcome is the motive
To be the uninspired
Would not be reason voted

 

For random thoughts retrieved
Will always make those wonder
About the authors perfect words
That make your heart grow fonder

 

All the invention of the mind
There placed upon the paper
May drive you to frustration
Then divorce you like a vapor

 

To know the writer's mind 
Now here's the invitation
Heartbreak, sorrow are both his
It's the Price of Inspiration