Inspiration

I need some inspiration,
which derives from more than pride,
it needs some real feeling,
and a sure sense of divide.

Between me and the haters,
the ones who watch you fall,
for they can just leave,
no notice at all.

The famous leaders of time,
the past and maybe the present,
had the power of inspiration,
and the perfect right of mind.

My thoughts span from memories,
of now and for forever,
my writing spans from love,
and possibly the weather.

I need you to make this work,
because clockwork is nothing,
without the parts,
that make it turn.