Blue Muse

Searching inspiration; searching for a job

Looking long-faced before the interview, I know

However this I got to do for the peace I long

In order to write, to create, I’ll deny

Not my faith but the fate of all lies

And I will sit, at my desk before a pile

Of papers ‘rever my-mind will fly

To the land of green-o-landscapes and skies

Painted blue then black at night

“I want, I want, I want” I start to write on a paper

And all that comes to mind is always saved for later

And I’m the writer, I’m the artist, I’m a saint and I’m my muse

Finally, I found how to where to set my mind for loose

Right?

Yeah and the movie goes on for at least another month

Until it becomes dull and my job becomes the rule

Of thumb from which I measure pressure in my skull

Now I again search, crave: motivation, respect

Where do I go? I ask in my room, on my bed

From the window enters wind and I know what to do

Follow frontly adventure and hear some of blues…

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Here they are!