THE MUSE

From slumber you woke me
And led me down the path way of loneliness
There I wandered like a lost child
And like a rolling stone from the mountain
You fed my heart with many thought
Which I can never imagine
I decided to ignore them,
But your persistence increased.

I picked a white substance and ink
In with them I reserved your words
Your words are too imperative
What else is left for me?
I know not what to do other than to obey
You are the maker of everything
Impossibility is possible for you

Life you give, comfort you restored
Laughter to anyone who comes in touch with you
High blood pressure you cured
You! I know not, but, your voices I heard
You! I can't see, but, your presence I felt
You! I can't touch, but, you are always in touch with me


Who are you? I asked
You are in everybody, you are everywhere
Few understood your language, few felt your presence
Those that understood your language
Ink down your words, famous your reward
Obedient, tranquility, enthrallment
 And self confidence are your wants
In the house that has these, you enter.