When the world sleeps
Motivation is desired and I need my muse to be inspired.
When the world sleeps my creativity stirs,
I dream up impossible concoctions and cures.
But my mind can't be healed I know that full well;
Only a master wizard can break this spell.
When the world sleeps a million questions surface, but my silence is vital, the tedious task makes me nervous.
I could inquire or just behave. How long until I'm freed from THIS panic wave?
When the world sleeps the imaginary worlds come to life,
Of fantastic fantasy, real romance and strife.
The pen hits the paper, the ideas flow; Only this time they stray from where I intend them to go.
My imagination has turned dark and tinted with pain.
When the world sleeps I let myself be insatiable and insane.
-Jamie B. Muse