Moving on ever

Waking this morning,
I was sitting up from slumber,
when floods of inspiration came pouring into my being.
Making me shudder as we got united.
Those pure springs of inspiration
and myself.

Our thoughts our words,
all are poetry.
Though you could blend the normal
with some tints of surreality.
Yet only true originality
can stand the test of time.

And when life`s fight turns tense and tough,
I stop for breathe awhile.
And when this race runs rough,
I pause my pace and smile.
Then having rested enough,
I plunge myself onward into the next mile.