I sometimes feel it's hard to find my muse;
the daily grind of life leads me astray
from contemplative thought within each day
of scenes from past or visions I might use.
In pondering of words that I could choose
it can be difficult to then convey
the meaning and the metaphors, to say
exactly what the lines are to infuse.
I guess I truly need to set aside
this most important time and look within
to gather up my feelings to confide
instead of getting lost within the stride.
I only know, it's then when I begin
to calmly find the place where depth resides.
the daily grind of life leads me astray
from contemplative thought within each day
of scenes from past or visions I might use.
In pondering of words that I could choose
it can be difficult to then convey
the meaning and the metaphors, to say
exactly what the lines are to infuse.
I guess I truly need to set aside
this most important time and look within
to gather up my feelings to confide
instead of getting lost within the stride.
I only know, it's then when I begin
to calmly find the place where depth resides.
