If I Could Find My Muse...

I am always trying to grasp her, Yet somehow she eludes my reach. I am searching for my muse, you see, And that's not something you can teach. I have written some impressive poetry, And I can paint a beautiful scene, But the inpiration is almost exhausted, Missing an important part of the machine. I am seeking the exhileration I felt, When I painted pictures just for fun. When writing poems was not an arduous task, It was very personal, like for my son. But what I learned as I was searching, Was exactly where I should begin. My muse had never gone anywhere, As with all of us, she resides within.