Inspiration

Strange thoughts and words.
Flowing
and decadent.
Where do they come from?

They cannot be mine.
Mine are
choppy
disconnected
confused.
These are smooth and
luscious.
Like chocolate on my tongue.

I know not where these words
originate
or where
they are going.
Am I going mad?

Is it madness to blindly follow?
clueless
questioning
hoping
that the end is as beautiful
as the journey.

The true author of these words knows.
But He is ever
silent
secretive
only prompting.

Yet, curiosity is all-consuming.
Prodding
tormenting
wondering
Where does this road lead?

The answer is not to be found.
Unless I follow
and by following
reach
the end.