She has always been there, wispering in my ear.

Making my mind wander, and stick to some ideas.

Some has been of good, some have not.

The ideas that keeps me grow, no matter what comes.

Inspiration that leeps when I am alone.

A huge green tree makes me think on my one.

Making imposible leeaps, pusseling as I go.

Makes my creativity too overflow.

She has been gone now and I feel so incomplete.

My muse left me, my mind feelt so weak.

Floating in darkness where there used too be light.

In my loneliness I had cold not think anymore.

Life went on, as it usualy do.

I went over huge obsticles and cried alone.

I said one day that this is enough!

I went to find my happiness before I wered off.

Ironicly I found it, where I first came to be.

I went home and the pieces fell straight too me.

Another year has past and I have mutch too love.

And I once again can hear my Muses woice.

She never left, she helped me stay strong.

With the obsicals in mind, I couldn't hear her thoughts.

Now when my life breaths air, I have room to mindflow.

And hear my muse wispering what I already know.