MUSE

This open page

And my pen

I left them them forgotten

The mind was drifting 

Through caged thoughts
Rattling to be free
Like the glass windows of a bus
Or like my reflection
On that window
Faded reflection, faint thoughts...
Fading into my own blindness...
Realization, my muse
Life isn't all good
It isn't all bad
I need to know my good
Someone else shall know theirs
But i was hunting for an inspiration
And seeking for a muse in objects
Or in the old pages of memories
Always neglecting the truth I've learnt
Life is the greatest motivation
Life inspires to write
But it doesn't happen all the time
Lines come when they have to
And they come from deep within to be true.