I challenge you To speak as you were writing your last poetry As you are the street light at night As you are the reflection on a gloomy wall As you are the smoke scratching a throat You are talking to your muse As you are only your hands shaking it out Without the perception of self Talking to your secret fear
The voices will finally sing That is the world I want to live in Talking to the muse An eternity long Talking to your muse