There once was a muse
Good or bad
Emotion was felt
Bad or worse
The better it flowed
Stating what's felt
While twisting thoughts
Into eloquent fashions
But now, looking back....
Becoming estranged
A fool to some
Amusing to others
Still driven to express
Evoking jerks of heart strings
Choosing to be unwilling
The muse is still there
Like it or not
Will always be
An infuriated muse
Is still a muse
