I'm a conduit of muse.

I'm not a real human being.
I share your form, but I am nothing like you.
I'm in the rafters, looking down with a head inclined to stay there.
I don't dream of a better day.
I have no destiny....and you'll never understand me.

I am here for you.
You come to me to tell you you're doing ok, and that everything is fine.
I am soap for your soul....and you don't have the guts to admit it to me.

You all use me to keep yourselves clean and righteous, you'd sew my eyes shut if you could.

I can pass through you, and you'd think me wind.
I have no soul, all I know is you and what you want.

Don't ask me to come with you, and don't ask me to stay.

I'm in my own hell of mud and dysfunction....