The Muse

Thoughts about our insperation

Rejected! Infected! Over Protected!
All these lies
Keep us perfected
And is seems to me,
We end up
Decrepit
Faith shattered. Souls bruised.
All because we held host to the muse,
The inspiration, set off inside us
Was sure to find a way to remind us
That death is simply,
Just a fact.
That all our life,
Were on a stage to act.
In fact;
We are all apart of the play
That seams to haunt us.
Follow us through the day.
Make our souls swoon, and sway.
Not realizing that we must soon pay:
Up to the muse that gave us
Direction.
Who cursed our souls with beautiful
Infection.