Sobriety

When the muse is inside i must make haste

For I know that there is no time to waste…

Seldom do I get to truly realize

One of the feelings that I have inside.



So often have I tried within time—

But most confusing is the difference between whats mine and whats divine

For years I have not known the difference between me and them

For possibilities then seemed to have no end.

And so the infinity of ignorance is what I’ve continued to blend

With the miraculous mystery of how nothing became men.



I know nothing.



Any longer down that path of fact and I will surely head

To truly believing that I’M the end.

For the power of nothing IS divine.

Heading to it reminds me that there’s no mine to find.



And so a lesson learned from the muse which placed

Reality for me to really taste.