Don't waste it today

Run with it

Or lose it forever…

Between duality

One cant honestly say…

If things will ever get better

Without your pen…

why mourn in the night

It won't help

There's nothing else

You simply love

Writing more

Than life itself

And that's why they call it a muse

Ink in one hand pen

Would be wasted in hue

Procrastinate millions

Bitter like thunder

Rolling asuder

While undercover

And that's why they call it a muse

It's been half the day

Pick it up

Or lose it forever

You've lost the way

Face yourself

Its gone forever

But don't you love

Writing

More than life itself?

And that's why they call it a muse

Ink in one hand pen

Would be wasted in hue

Procrastinate millions

Bitter like thunder

Rolling asuder

While undercover

And that's why they call it a muse