Waiting for my inspiration

Waiting for my inspiration,
Pacing and gracing on the sow of my impatience,

When will the orchards germinate fruit ?

I am forced to homogenize,
My life pre- recorded,

That same sentient show,

Characters that interlude in life's tapestry,

Like unwelcomed brushstrokes on this masterpiece,

My canvass is crafted
By the artful intentions of skilled self - deceptionist,

The holistic hooligan,

Ousted from his habitat,

Only to move home again ,

Sorrowfully  I search for acceptance,

Like I derided archer,

Wondering if your notes would complete this symphony?

Or am I forever resigned to bygone syntax,

Eternally, bowing  to convention,

Like a disturbed devotee,

Trying to find causality,

In a world full of incroguency,

In a cosmos awash with secularism,

Social conditioning,

For without you there is no well for my wishing ,

I know you exist in a timeline that's not Roman,

Your existence isn't draconian,



Please reveal your self in timely order  ,

Cordially invited to stay enlightened ,

I need you, I want you ,

Guide me through this reservoir,


Thirsty for your temptation,

My leading light ,
As I navigate through this rehearsed repititive existence,
Mirrors of my momentary sojourn stay smoked,

Encaptured souls croak with condemnation,

Wide eyed awaiting the day of salvation,