My Muse Sometimes I dont 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.