They say, a

Rose by any other...,

Would still...

Truly, yet, a

Direction symbolized

By a word, rose,

Fills the eye of mind,

Touches spirit,

Fathoms heart,

Aurally uplifts.

Life, taller in the

Saddle, richer in

Its roots, salutes.

I'm not sure to my abilities
Don't even think have ones
I
  feel
         useless.
I cry and sleep in the darkness
At least the sun will sparkles.

The funny thing is, I can learn so much about a person just from a sentence. When I don't even know who I am.

Here in the hustle and bustle of the world
I cannot locate my poetic muse
He has run off elsewhere like the child I am, too
But I MUST find him, now!

Quickly, he couldn't have gone far
In his paranoia and anger
Mister, have you seen him? Ma'am, have you?
Surely you could give me just a little clue?

And the orchestra of my mind roars so loud
And the music covers my brain like a cloud
So many nooks and crannies to crawl in
But this searching battle is something I MUST win!
Cause if I lose my muse
Who am I?
Who is Ellison, then?
If his mental bells ring so loud like Big Ben!

I'm blinded, deafened
By the hustle and bustle of the world
And you, the reader, will be the first to know
If I found my muse stranded in blackened snow.