Profound lines about a fiery sky

I started with a poetic line
inspired by the far fiery horizon line,
and I really thought I was on to something
’til my mom wouldn’t stop background-talking

Is this how inspiration is killed?
is two too much of a crowd
for deep words to be spilled?

One lost train of thought
and all is gone
maddening but always
with much to say
‘cause after all
isn’t this
how a story is born?

Words flow quick in this head
yet I stay down to earth when I say
normals don’t understand
all that it takes, that once you’re wired
you better fan the flames

One circumstantial vodka shot
can numb the state of mind
but not the feels flowing fluidly
about what could’ve been
profound rhymes
about some distant fiery skyline.