LOST YOUR MUSE?
 When your muse fails to inspire
And no ink flows from your pen,
It is then, that you must dig
To find those things deep down within.
 What makes you laugh, rejoice and cry
And keeps the things in you alive?
What view of life do you see;
Tell us your view and philosophies.
 Look out your window and tell me,
What it is that you now see.
If it's beauty or it's blight,
That my friend, is what you write.
 So tell me now, is your muse still dead
And nothing there running through your head?
If there's nothing new you see;
Then my friend, just write of me.
 Write of your view of me you see
That may be just your fantasy;
Make me tall, short or thin
Or anything you see within.
 Make me fly with wings not clipped
And place in me what isn't there;
Paint me white and sugar dipped
But please, oh please, don't paint me bare.
 Within this write may be your muse
So pick now which one you choose;
Write of happy or of sad
On a napkin or scratchpad.