Sometimes inspiration hits like butterfly's wings
Gently brushing against the mind.
It creeps up unannounced,
And trickles its master plan into the brain drip by drip.
Never noticing the genius and beauty until all the drops
Are assembled and filed away forever.
Unable to be retrieved until all that remains
Is a tortured soul.
And the salty tears of desperation unlock the safe.
Sometimes inspiration hits like a rhinoceros
Charging relentlessly to penetrate the mind.
It charges full force, breaking barriers,
And shoves its master plan forcefully into the brain,
Stumbling to catch the dream,
Floating away like leaves in the wind,
Just out of reach until the wind stops,
And the pieces are left to be picked up.