My Muse

Sometimes I don't know what to do,

When I don't have any muse.

I pick up my pen,

But I feel like a fool.

So much idle time to spend,

What do I do, I’ve reached a dead end!

My mom tells me to clean my room,

But that's not something I want to do.

Switch on the T.V., got nothing to watch,

My mom tells me to take the volume down a notch.

I have decided there's nothing to do,

I sit on the couch and stare at the wall.

I close my eyes, I hear a call!

From far beneath in my heart,

Deep down, in my feelings a part.

I think of my friends and family,

About this topic, I don't need any analysis.

I pick up my pen,

My thoughts flow out.

In the form of letters,

Meaningful and loud.