Not from my world
Not from my time
Not from my life
Not from this line
Yet so funny, smart, strong, and witty
And takes me out of the universe
Where I find my verse, rhythm, and rhymes
My muse works for me
After time spent together I can write till I drop
The words flow like rivers and streams of crops
It exhausts me as I sit for hours with thought
My muse works for me
Always at work
Always calling
Always running
Always stalling
Yet so caring, thoughtful, perceptive, and precise
And takes me to experience the unknowns of this life
Where I find more thoughts, notes, and jokes
My muse works for me
Maybe this
Maybe that
Can do this
Can’t do that
Days and Nights are spent at the block
Carving out words that make sense to my heart
Yet I am blurred by the efforts and length of the clock
My muse works overtime for me
Question Me
Answer this
Listen to me
I’m listening
Always on the fly but able to pass few words by
Takes me where I’ve never been and brings me back again.
Phrases, speech figures and word dances in my head
Depleted, my muse puts me to bed.