muse

There's art in the front room
It's hanging in silence
Evoking a memory
A cave in the wallet I emptied

Out from my savings
What am I saving?
Hero's die lately
Or don't I know?

I could lose my muse
Without it, I'll run dry
Head and heart compute
But nothing will come out

Ivories collecting dust
Clay is slipping through my fingers
Before it all runs out
I could let it go or wrap my arms around it

Get lost in the concept
The work is prosaic
I have to explain it
There needs to be someone persuaded

Moved, entertained but
What is it saying?
Is it true, that you're fading?
Or don't you know?

I could lose my muse
Without it, I'll run dry
Head and heart compute
But nothing will come out

Ivories collecting dust
Clay is slipping through my fingers
Before it all runs out

Ivories collecting dust
Clay is slipping through my fingers
Before it all runs out
I could let it go or wrap my arms around it



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