My inspiration, where is it?

No inspiration, I foundmyself with.

Why? Nobody knows, I know but I can't tell, it's not a secret,still I can't tell, just say it's around, near, waiting to be found or findingthe right moment to take me as it's prey, walks along with me, jumps and ducksas my shadow, but doesn't show itself to be grabbed or touched, enjoys to belost among the episodes of my life, even as they're clear as a blue sky, as adaylight moon it stays there as part of the landscape, never showing to makethe difference in a spot game, still always there to remind me it exists. In itsown game, always wins, never giving me another chance to feel her as I oncedid, those were brilliant days, giving me the happiness to get on my feet andfight the day away with her and my smile beside. We where like five without thedog and the fantastic four without the thing, we where brilliant, but, what'sgood fast is washed away, still search not to find my cul-de-sac, it's getting difficultday by day, maybe tomorrow's a better day, maybe tonight's a lovely night, maybelove will bring you back to me, and we'll write sweat lifelines again. D'lovethat.

Will you play...?