Muses, let my thoughts flow as if of ink
Like the great philosophers, into my mind I sink
To see what lies within the areas where few dare to go,
For introspection is a hard seed to grow
While we think we know what makes us tick,
The reality oftentimes makes us sick
The hatred, sadness, and thoughts of death
Leave the sourest of tastes on the sweetest of breath
But with these few words I hope you will see,
The truth in the enigma that is my psyche
For while from all other arts I do refrain,
These are the sad imaginings of a tortured brain.

Dance

A lingering touch, a passing glance,
How much longer can we keep up this dance?
What happens when one of us stumbles and falls?
Which one will be the first to let down their walls?
Can't you see that I want you to be mine?
What can I do to give you a sign?
This dance is far too complex for my taste
Doesn't all this work feel like a waste?
Here, take my hand, follow my lead
We can take all the time that we need
One step here, watch my stance
Just take my hand, and I will show you love’s dance