Muse Does Not Come Easy
by fairly-aggressive-hippie
Sometimes words speak themselves
Sometimes hands move on their own
Sometimes, just sometimes, ideas leap to life
And they do it all alone
That’s the magic of a muse
When the world is colors and words
And not clouds and rainy days
But sunshine and happy little birds
And you sing write me write me
Well okay if you insist
But if you insist so vehemently
I must insist on this
Let me write you as I write you
Please, do not complain
For while muse may not come easy
Success is even harder to obtain
Not every word is perfect
In fact, most are not
But please do not begrudge me
It may be harder than you thought
To take your inspiration
And turn it into gold…
Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet now
And do as I am told