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Feb 2018
A clock is not a muse ... you stare?

A door is not a hallway ... you stretch.

A meaning is not a life ... but temptation.

And a cause is not a just ... personification.

A thought is not a word ... once spoken.

A hope is not a hope ... once shared.

A truth is still a truth ... midst ignorance.

And a muse is of your own mind ... you care?
You can't make yourself see something you're not ready to see. Some perceptions are just too deeply embedded to be rid of all at once. Some things... take time to unravel. Until all that's left is the truth and the understanding of self.

You chose the muse. YOU! No one else. Remember self...

They have no say in YOU and your choice.
Colm
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Colm
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