Inspiration

A vacant mind can never
Write on the blank page of
Inspiration.
It surrenders the pen
To those it thinks can
Complete it.
Blindly letting others write on its page,
It wonders why it has lost control.
A lack of inspiration has now led
To anarchy in the mind.
The choice has left the chooser
Smothered in commands.
A marionette living the façade of a life.
And all of this because it was too hard to think?