My muse is slinking down the walls, chasing away the shadows of self doubt.

They're running back from where they came.
They're leaving me alone.

She's dancing in the glowing lights; she makes the room grow bigger.

She makes me feel so good inside, but she only ever lingers.

In those fleeting moments, I'm happy without a care.
Happy without reason.
Happy just because.

I want to prolong it, although I know it has to end.

Eventually the lights all fade.

Eventually reality wins.