I’ll stick to the script this time, 

Keep the pleasantries and dilly dallying to myself

Even though dillying with Dally is what I do best. 

I don’t know what inspires me, 

I worked by myself, 

I was left alone with my mom carrying me on her shoulders. 

I didn’t have the love that others enjoy, 

Only myself to cuddle with and tears collected by my mom’s cup. 

I looked on to the skies for reasons for living, 

Searching for the answer, the inspiration that you ask for today. 

No one was there for me, advised me in my time of need, 

I shouldered through the cold of the world’s selfishness with the warm coat my mom wrapped around my withered body. 

So no, I don’t have a source of inspiration,

No one comes to mind.