Thoughts From Me Slow Down Muse
I like the challenge of a new write contest
The crisp white page inspires me
Whether flat on a desk or up on a word processor
the possibilities are fathomless
In seconds my muse is typing away
With no help or direction from me
I am amazed at what she can do without any conscious help from me
The second I think this, she stops typing and stares at me.
My mind starts trying to think.
I am angry with myself now for slowing her down.
She was doing so well without my awareness.
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