Muse

I dont know how to describe it. or im too lazy... who knows? not I.

Archaic musings of a deranged individual,
scribing down all thoughts measured dismal.
How much longer must I occupy this state of being,
and how much more can I be taught without truly seeing.
Not but a jester of the cosmos that dwells in the realm of the soul.
Still glassy waters of my intellect propagated by ripples of truth,
placed kindly and softly by the stories and half truths that are told.

Author's Note

as usual i would love to hear what you think.