To My Muse...
It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship - Christian Nestell Bovee
You don’t inspire me
But you’re the force
That delights
The existence of night
The fear of the unknown
You don’t inspire me
But you’re the force
That comes alive in
This bantering kingdom
That knows no boundary
You don’t really know me
I don’t really know you
But you’re my muse
And that’s all that matters
For now.
You don’t inspire me
But you’re the force
That delights
The existence of night
The fear of the unknown
You don’t inspire me
But you’re the force
That comes alive in
This bantering kingdom
That knows no boundary
You don’t really know me
I don’t really know you
But you’re my muse
And that’s all that matters
For now.
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