Child of the Muses

life is but a bird on the wing
flying ever faster
soaring through the clouds
into the ever after
child of the muses
why do you even speak
churning words
like water in the sink
why not speak with your hands
like soft twisting clay
you're better at it anyway

self is just an aura
a projection that you choose
imprinting what you love
who cares what you lose?
do you lose?
when you keep what you love
child of the muses
speak what's in your heart
don't mind the brains torks
they were there from the start
every mind is different
down to the soul
every spirit sings a little different you know

freedom is euphoria
an openness of sorts
child of the muses
open your lungs
and breath energy like its air
take hold with your hands
you know it is there
let them guide you on your quest of life

memories are like graphite
in time they will blur
ink the good ones in
bad memories are meant to fade
but the lessons you learn stay
child of the muses
keep the good ones
and set the negatives free
the past is but a whisper
the pain like smoke in the open air
take life but the moment that counts
the flowers bow toward the sun
not the shade

people are but people
no one the same
child of the muses
seek like minds
and hold them like your kin
blood isn't everything
and sometimes bloods not as free
blood doesn't shine like energy
work for your kin
write your words well

life changes like a river turns the land
but in the end it stays true to its name
child of the muses
find what you are called and live by it
child of the muses you will stay the same
child of the muses live like your name