Inspired

Words pop into my head
Then are gone, as fast as they came
I just don't understand
They should be flowing from me
Just like a river
Instead, I am hunting, chasing
Grasping for that one bit of inspiration
I want my words to come alive
To jump, to reach
But they will never be good enough
So, I crumple them and throw them away
I realize, then, that they are perfect