Inspired Uninspiring

Inspired Uninspiring

If I had to
I'd always be true
But you haven't made it to me yet

So instead I try
Do my best not to lie
But here I am again, fooling myself

Truth is
There is
No guarantee
That out there
Your walking down a road
That will lead you to me

Truth is
There is
A real chance
That our two paths
Will not cross
Or, worse yet, they already have
And will not again

How did we miss it?
If it already happened
If we already met one another
How did it not happen
Between us?

This skip in my rhythm
The missing beat
I know it's you

But it's my heart
My rhythm to change
I think...

I don't know
Truth is
There is
A very good chance
I just really don't know

How am I supposed to be inspired
By wisdom I can't comprehend?
How am I supposed to write from the heart
When I don't know how it works?

Just about every time
I write about this
I feel as if I'm paraphrasing
Putting my rhythmic spin
On wisdom that has never been mine

I listen, research, and synthesize
I cite my sources, show them appreciation,
And I keep myself open to further lessons

I am the one who catalogs
What he doesn't know

I am the one who observes
What he doesn't have

I am the one that stands a leader
Better suited to be a follower

I am the one who will keep writing
In regards to what he doesn't understand