Inspired to do

Inspiration comes from where she wills, comes from where she may.

Striking like a bolt in the deep night, wafting like a breeze at midday.

When she comes, its with a purpose, she remains to see it through.

Its as though my thoughts are at her whim, her will becomes mine too.

Then as she came, she goes away, Inspiration has fled from me.

My thoughts are mine, my will is too, again I’m purpose free.