I want to be the muse
Admired from every view
I am nameless among the crowd
A shining light singles you out
A sea of bodies swim before you
Each clawing for the best angle
I scramble like any other
Growing weary of this tango
If I were like you
I could sit above it all
Poised with perfect posture
Never on an edge to fall
I want to be the poet
With creations of my own
I am caged in glimmering glass
No way out; no craft to hone
My back is still and held by rods
My eyes strain from light above
I feel small under every eye
Stuck on this pedestal up high
If I were like you
With a pen and dream
I would fight to climb the ladder
And write my poetry
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
I want to be the muse
Admired from every view
I am nameless among the crowd
A shining light singles you out
A sea of bodies swim before you
Each clawing for the best angle
I scramble like any other
Growing weary of this tango
If I were like you
I could sit above it all
Poised with perfect posture
Never on an edge to fall
I want to be the poet
With creations of my own
I am caged in glimmering glass
No way out; no craft to hone
My back is still and held by rods
My eyes strain from light above
I feel small under every eye
Stuck on this pedestal up high
If I were like you
With a pen and dream
I would fight to climb the ladder
And write my poetry
