Over-Run By Muses

At best, I am a stenographer: the Muse dictates...and I write; the Muse seeming all the inspiration, a constellation of wit and style – while I, a single star – an abysmal one at that...having enough spark to mildly gleam, however, left little more dignity than to obediently listen and record – It seems to me this way with all forms of endeavor: Reactionary! to traffic lights, weather, pets, mates – and, of course, our God and His Fates – Lord, am I this, only...made to be a mere puppet? At my zenith another worthy Muppet....