Inspiration has struck And I must go To saddle up And find my flow. So I take a breath And I get cozy, Then close my eyes And off I mozy... Into my mind; Down the rabbit hole— The happy place I go to stroll. To find mind magic and let it churn; Follow the thread around the turn. To piece together a new puzzle; To free my mind and remove my muzzle. Channel my thoughts. Press pen to paper. Real and raw, I will not waver. When the dust clears, I see the light, Sit back and smile