Empty Muse
Words, music, and visions Fill my head All my knowledge Wasted My afflatus sits I am one of the 9 One of the special and caring Talented and sharing But no one reaches to me anymore I can not provide what will not be accepted I have all necessary for the next masterpiece In my mind, at my fingertips.. The words to decribe are on my lips W a i t i n g and W a i t i n g But in the end, wasted on no one No one to accept, appreciate, or even just listen I am an empty muse With no one to inspire Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 10:01 AM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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