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?