You A Muse Me

You, a muse to me? You amuse me. 

Creativity is fleeting, but it does dance. 

Inspiration limited, like no gas in a car, so there's no need for drive anymore.

Time grabbed my emotions and danced the night away, and it's getting late.

Paper can only absorb so much, and the halls in my head need more than a Janitor's touch.

A muse would work, right? Wouldn't it, please amuse me, won't you? Please. 











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