So last night

I got inspired by music

I Put the muse in this pen

And it's rhithm

I move with

Subtle fluids stain my hands

as I write my feelings in blues

I have so many paths

Too much

narrow roads to choose

I would write every day

but

my soul won't let me.

Too heavy to move this pen

on the daily

and

reflect dreams

of those who love me

“So whats in your veins

and pumping your heart?”

I have so much in my blood

couldn't add them up

I've been infused long enough

I depend on love

I pulse to the drums

before me, have struck

“ So is that who you are”

No, I'm not

“ Tell me then”

Important is the ink

It's like_

a

miracle man

to me

I feel the spiritual through the pen

Written into thin slices

each line

ripples of all my friends

what I've done and who I am

It's not pretend I swear

“ Tell me more”

I don't think this feeling can ever stop

“ Tell me more”

I never really wanted to grow up

“ Tell me more”

Is it greedy for me to go on my own

To choose the path to roam

To find why I was born

“You tell them what you've told me”

“Show them what you've shown me”

“There's a place the blood doesn't reach

that's your story

but don't write it in blues

Choose a color that is your own

Which best reflects

this is you

reborn”