At every moment of everyday a new muse presents itself
and allows my rhymes to convey the disarray that’s in this world today
So I light a Zig Zag under the light of the moon
Staring at grey clouds fuse
Coming across loopholes to my path
Staying stuck all my life in classroom corridors
Chasing a precious mortarboard as my crown but some days I frown not noticing
I am until someone wonders what’s keeping me down?
Never knowing how to answer because I shelter a tension between positive and negative outcomes
Both waiting for their moments to make reruns as they channel through my psyche but I’ll do my damnedest to cancel out their feuding energy
Memorized by a luminous moonlight which gives me a muse to write
About how much of a beautiful cornerstone it is in the night sky
admiring it’s cool brisk appearance
Imagining to take lift off and relax on it’s cool surface because I want to escape all this worlds interference
Finding refuge on a place where the moon is silent
The simplest things you take for granted can introduce you to clues
So use them as your muse to express yourself
I’m looking at mine so what’s yours?
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