Marauding Muse
There’s something inspired terrorizing my brain
I can feel it as it sweeps through
Jumping up and down some place
Floating elusively through something else
Just when I round the corner to catch it
(Make this thing work for me)
It oozes off, slinking through some crack
Escaping into a musty, dusty corner
Where intombed doomed thoughts lie
I charge in, so intent upon snatching it
I stir up the dust and inadvertently raise some thought-zombies
In the midst of the confusion
The little sneak escapes down some other forbidden corridor.
Disturbed, disillusioned, and disheartened
I’m giving it up
I’m sitting in dusty thought-garbage
Let alone the zombies mucking about
Then I curse my muse for bestowing upon me impish inspiration.
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If I am what you want to see, then how am I myself? It is a hard realization for far too many that we see only what we want to see. To fixate on pain is to invite it... and to reach for the light is to bring it.
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