Muse

I think therefore I am in debt

To the wills and thrills I have not met

I've conquered through the brush to paint

Little circles, Mirrored oracles, over and over

The do overs pass over like wind from shoulder to shoulder

Hills to jog up, make wine to bottle up, the string is cut

Two new halves dangle like a loose raft

View the river like a woman, roaring through anything

I figured I could keep the fray, the metallurgy and the night I turned stray

The elements, mostly likely the rain, told me to drain, release the wisps caught up in your head

You are a drain, as the water falls from you as I'm still bare

I didn't ask for much, even from myself, just wake up stay up lay awake sitting staring steering

Don't let the dreams get to you, the ones under your nails, hidden underneath the waves,

Over the canyon, the only thing we set ablaze, the wishes the wallows the hard swallows

The moisture.  The cracks lit up under street lights, the age broken up by luminescent,

The words never stirred never said a word I haven't heard it's better when you don't say a thing

Let me muse to the whirl, take ship hold onto the world, spin with the aviators, fall far from the flung

I hold my own hands and rub my own back, scrape scratches to relieve, to really see if I believe.