Impatient

Do not leave it for later,

for later is a thief.

It steals your fire quietly,

and leaves behind belief.

The thought that burned this morning

won’t return tonight the same.

Inspiration has no patience,

it refuses to be tamed.

Write it now, while it whispers.

Build it now, while it glows.

Tomorrow’s mind is colder,

today alone, it knows.

For ideas have an expiry,

like fruit upon the vine.

Do it now, before it fades,

before “someday” draws the line.