It alludes us at will.
Coming, going, breathing for short stays.
As you read it's quite clear,
it's been avoiding me for days.
Gone from this ink that I force onto page,
it's out seeking others more worthy of praise.
Proceeding without it is uneasy and bland,
without the whispering strings guiding your plan.
But if all that was made was gold from the start,
gold would be everywhere and lacking your heart.
So go on creating with or without thrill
and remember always it alludes us at will.