The world seems dreary and dark
The light of a gentle spark
A new life to lead against the past
A forever shadow over me has been cast
Through the tunnel maze of life
A Muse of light appears
One of no direction
Yet a fulfilling perfection
My soul burns anew
My temperature as though I have a flu
The morrow brings forth a breath
Like no other of any depth
Passion flaming within my being
unto this Muse for which I'm seeing.
A lifetime of material
inspiration of the surreal