Museless Mutterings

My mind is on red training wheels Muse is gone and I’ve got a thrill In writing about shouting daffodils Moving around never staying still Lost in thought a fun place to be With original parts wonderful dreams The art of heavy hearts creating The next Noah’s ark in valley green And they’d say you’re manic and mad Why build an ark in valley green grass They’d pick and jest with jubilant laugh But time will tell and dispel peach path