Begging the muses for a dip
Into their sweet pool of inspirational
And mouth flooding affection.

Shrieking at the depths of your mind,
Untouched by the hand of music,
Unloved by the dirty touch of creativity.

Looking up at the apostles of thought,
Searching their eyes for a clue.
When has the water last boiled?

When will time truly follow you?

Stefanie Fontker

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-follower/