When the inspiration strikes me
And I bring up a clean white page
Why it is only you I see
Whilst you perform upon your stage
Your big white eyes blink
My mind starts to think
(Idea powerhouse)
And I click the mouse
As my fingertips start to type
My thought displayed upon the screen
You voice an idea with no gripe
To make my work seem quite pristine
So illogical
Mystery to me
With you, I'll agree
Et voila! My work is fini!
All thanks to you my small grey friend
You're better than any genie
Because the wishes do not end
Poet's one true muse
Brings me all the news
What's caught my mind's grip.
But a paperclip