Muse

In a spiral of lyrics
A poetic mind of song
A book bound in ribbons
Capturing it all

It almost feels magnetic
Like a Google doc with a call to arms
The unreality of musicality
The unrest of a muse

Oo

The wick of a candle
Repetitive text of old, dead Handel
The cat-call, the scandal
Inspiring it all

It almost feels magnetic
Like a Google doc with a call to arms
The unreality of musicality
The unrest of a muse

Oo

What if no one tells this story
What if she isn't heard?
Already her plight is weakened
Shoved away and fairly blurred

Haven't we all learned better than this
Never to let her view be dismissed
It's sickening how we always get it wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Black
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