They asked me not to break things, first.

After I deconstructed their careful blockade.

They asked me not to eat them.

And I wouldn’t.

They asked me to have mercy.

Not that they needed to.

Whispers of ‘that man’.

Rang in negative ears.

Him, the naysayer.

Him, the irrepressible.

They pointed at me.

They asked me not to change them.

But I had at least to even the odds.

Break the bonds and

untie Potential.

Invite Belief

back to the fold.

Have a word with Power

just make sure he was on both sides.

When I, Inspiration, struck.

Boredom cowered.

Distraction frowned.

And the playthings of

Idle were sent to their corner.

‘There’s a time and a place’

I said. And, ‘you’ve had your fair share’.

And they asked Inspiration to be gentle.

And he just winked a smile.