My Muse


Oh my muse, my muse
You are so terribly tied to a ruse
that it matters what you think
that anyone cares

You are but a tiny droplet
without a will nor a way
your force is known
not even to you

What delights may you bring
to the world?
Does it matter?

You are here.
Alive.
You are loved.
And deeply cherished.

Don't go.
Stay.

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I should listen to my muse more.