I'm sitting at my keyboard now
To birth a thought, I know not how
Stretching my mind, scratching my head
Wanting the best thing since sliced bread
Looking now at my screen
The muse has left me, boy he's mean
I will wait and he'll be back
He'll give me thoughts and will not slack
Maybe I'm wrong and the muse is a she
And she ran off from me with a lot of glee
And she won't be back, she won't return
Because I'm wrong, me she'll spurn
Wait a sec, this is line thirteen
I wrote down thoughts, all to be seen
The muse is here, not he or she
And gave me thoughts, now don't you see?
To birth a thought, I know not how
Stretching my mind, scratching my head
Wanting the best thing since sliced bread
Looking now at my screen
The muse has left me, boy he's mean
I will wait and he'll be back
He'll give me thoughts and will not slack
Maybe I'm wrong and the muse is a she
And she ran off from me with a lot of glee
And she won't be back, she won't return
Because I'm wrong, me she'll spurn
Wait a sec, this is line thirteen
I wrote down thoughts, all to be seen
The muse is here, not he or she
And gave me thoughts, now don't you see?
3 comments:
Yep.......your muse is a keeper!
I am loving your writings Cliff.
We're getting a glimpse of who lives and loves from your soul.
I like that alot!
Remember one thing Liquid, you have a been a tremendous influence on my blogging activities, and your friendship has given me confidence to go ahead and express myself.
Your friendship, and accepting me for who I am has led myself, and others, to expand their boundries.
blue feather
You never know when inspiration will appear. :)
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