I have written about you all day

Studied all your moves

Listened to your rambling voice in my head

Oh muse you are always with me

Demanding that I listen

Get your story right

Angry when I go wrong

The path of writing you gets dangerous

I want to veer off into something you may not be

you guide me back to where you are

“Hear me,” you say. “I am not all one way or the other.

I sometimes act for no reason

I sometimes reason but do not act

And you may not always know the difference.”

So tonight as I close the day

Tuck you into bed

Turn your volume down

I bid you a sweet good night

Stay the hell out of my dreams for once

So I can greet you fresh in the morning