Hold the applause

creative thoughts we seem to think vibrations borrowed from vast space our muse that appears in a blink what else is it but gift of grace hold the applause, we’re not the cause our consciousness is full of flaws all eyes on us when we walk in everything seems to go our way we don’t need to work hard to win the sun shines on us every day hold the applause, we’re not the cause know ego grips us in its claws possessions which to us our dear our social standing, wealth and fame trophies won praised by the crowd’s cheer reflect which force steadied our aim hold the applause, we’re not the cause put such thoughts of grandeur on pause