A Series of Inspirations
I wake up in the morning
I go to school in the afternoon
I go to work in the evening
I drive home at night
I go through my days,
Each as mundane as the day before
But through these frivolities
I start to notice things
A forest here,
A conversation there,
And I realize
That maybe inspiration
Is not always in the most special places
Or in the most cherished of moments
Maybe inspiration
Is in the eye of the mundane
This poem is about:
Me