Find a muse, let the torture begin
All the troubles wrapped up within
Things seem to roll at a perfect pace
Then shaken and stirred when
They've entered your space
Find a muse, let the ride begin
The hell holes and roller coasters
The mania sets in
Wade through the the debris
The sadness falls thick
Find a Muse, let the begging begin
And the quiet reflections hold to their limbs
Wading and drowning through a barren pond
The love of a muse is only a mirage
-C.Menard 2.13.2011
