Lost Muse
If I could somehow creep
Inside my brain and mind
And wander through the neurons
I wonder what I’d find.
Is a jumble there of words
All begging to be found
And strings of clever phrases
Just waiting to confound?
And, slith’ring through the spaces,
In shades of every hue.
Are there slippery ideas that are
Trying to get through?
Are there empty pathways there
Where words and thoughts collide
And then, like magic, morph
Into a flowing tide
Of tumbling, wordy rivers
That spill and swirl and splash
Over all the rocks and blocks?
Would it happen in a flash?
Or would it take me days
Of thinking, sweat and toil,
And scrambling o’er the boulders
Along the river’s coil
To find among the brainwaves
A way that I could choose -
A path at last that beckoned me
To find my errant muse!
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