Take Me

Take Me Take me places, I have never been, that is your job... use your paper and your pen. Tell me about the snow, then go, to the beach and the sea, then come back... as you remember me. Tell me about the desert, about great treasure, and maps, to find more than, we can in any other way. Now fill in the people. Write them interesting, and polarizing. Make them sad, and happy, and glad. Make me one of them, sometimes, make me all of them partly. Make me part of all the pictures... smartly. Clever you are, author of my imaginations. You come and go as you like. It is not fair, that I must stay and play here, and not there, where everything is so whimsy and free. Muse, you are so cruel... to me.