The Muse July 2020
You
can seek the spark, high and low.
You
can find her, any place you go.
Creativity
is a fickle friend.
She
comes in so suddenly,
then
abandons you before the end.
You
can grasp her, soft or tight,
in
vivid dreams all through the night.
Ideas
so brilliant and bright,
whispers of amazing insight,
then
she is gone with the light.
Never
think you own a muse so great.
Live
your own life, before it is to late.
Take
up your pen, like a sword.
Get
to it, go on, do it.
Dont
just sit there being board.

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