My Illusive Muse
Oh, where have you traveled, my illusive muse?
I do not see you in the shadows; yet I’ve paid my dues.
Alert and alive, I am ready to pen the poem of my life.
But words are not coming muse. You cause me great strife.
Apology accepted, ready to forgive, my heart is open.
I am waiting for enthusiasm; muse, your ideas are dope’n.
Oh, where are you, my mysterious excited maestro self?
I am your puppet, your minion, your fairy, your elf.
Here I sit, not having any ideas at all of what to do.
Do I write words of passion, humor, or something blue?
I need my inspiration, muse. I truly need you!
Without your presence, there is nothing I can do.
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