Before I tucked myself to bed last night
I made sure my muse was safely locked
This morning, I thought I was blinded by light
But my muse was really gone! Shocked!

Frantic, I ran all over my room
To search for my runaway muse
I need to find it or else I'll be doomed
Because my muse, I can not lose

All I did today was searching
Pen and paper, scratch, edit, revise
Blurred lines, incoherent thoughts, all formed nothing
Words, I can't compromise

So if you find this a nonsense
Blame it to me and my missing muse
As much as I want to make sense
I could not because my mind, I can't use