Couldn’t sleep last night then started to write and then the words took flight and turned into action. God, Universe, Muses. Thanks. Eyes, Ears, Knowns, and unknowns, thanks.
In the room he sits staring into the abyss, pacing back and forth looking for a spork, or spark of inspiration, instead of hesitation. But all he can find is a difficult rhyme. a puzzle to solve, a muzzle to fraud, he know’s its tough, you better be quiet, he’s made for this stuff, he’s sees the shadow, maybe he’ll get rattled, from head to toe, You never know, welcome to the show. Winjoy.