I need an inspiration, a little helping muse, to combine all my dreams and thoughts together, to fuse.
To make a little book, of what I think and what I see, written down collective thoughts of whom I may be.
The dreams that come at night, and light my little sky, the sights I see in the day, as the world passes me by.
A dictionary of ideas, and an index of my dreams, spilling onto sheets or paper, in little lines it seems.
Oh muse, come back and help me, for when I need your mind, I am lost in a sea of empty, and words are hard to find.
