Muse

Muse

 

Do you really think I’d smoke this much?

Drink this much, if I had a clue?

Cuz baby, if I woulda wanted such,

I could do it if I really wanted too.

 

Do you really think I’m burdened by the touch?

F**k this much, if then, I knew?

If I didn’t trust this heart that struck so much,

Would the life of then, not been with you..?

 

Into something different, sorta, strange,

Played out in soul to fetch such pain,

With plague in skin that changed in vain,

What eyes have seen though life, than gain..?

 

A muse with mind, in heart, and strife,

So silly I was in-turn to find,

My muse, in shadow who held the knife,

This curse in life, a strengthened bind,

 

As ill look though past and present time,

Ill understand and provoke, what’s right,

Comprehend in past, my will too find,

Gain knowledge, though experience, maturity and sight.

 

They’ll come a day, I’ll know tomorrow,

Understand what would have happened then,

With the power I’ve gained in all its sorrow,

Prevent, what would have felt again.

 

Muse

Written By; Joshua Randall

Session IV: Eventually

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Has a lyrical quality in it....Love the flow and the rhythm here...

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the muse finds a place in all our confusions! And settles to whisper her contradictions...another solid write.