easy to impress

My difficulty with articulation amplifies and deflates my inspiration 

The importance of my aspiration diminished by my hesitation 

Your observation exposes my imitation

I can hardly consider the implication

It's already so hard to use my imagination with intention

To see the world with desire for invention or innovation 

I suppose I'll exist in this state of automation 

Cautious of any rise in elation 

Feeling on the edge of devastation

The best we have to offer leaves me feeling impatient 

The obscurity of my situation causing irritation 

My rage disguised by my measured intonation 

My despair defused by my desperation 

Still waiting for some transcendent invocation 

That'll allow me to retire to my permanent vacation 

Where art doesn't falter to discrimination 

And everyone receives a loving invitation 

And every word flows from the center of creation