~Personal Muse~
Left on the road for nearly dead,
the Muse lives on inside my head.
I come to chase your bad thought away,
Make it sunny on a gloomy day.
With the heart of a lion the mind of muse,
I dig my thought straight into you.
No longer lost in my days it seems,
my muse comes out and needs to play.
Life seems like a endless careless dream,
I know my words will always be.
No sun, no shine, no light, floating in,
sometimes this muse grabs me within.
If you let me swim inside your mind,
I will dive right in throw me a line.
So when your down, or feeling blue ,
use this muse to my gift to you….
Inkmaster
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