Perhaps I exist and none of this is fake
Maybe I’m real, and the sky’s blue as a lake.
Maybe I’m here with you and not in a dream
Things are going well, moving ahead at full steam
The Last of the Month
Wake up wake up wake up wake up
It’s the last of the month
Get up get up get up
So grab your phones and come on
It’s been a good ride and a challenge at that
So You’re My Muse
So you’re my muse and I’m not the same without you
My rhymes don’t sound the same, but for a bar or two
I have trouble focusing for more than a minute or so
Exhale
I’m not going to lie, I’m running out of gas
It’s been a long time, this couldn’t last
I want to make it to the finish
But my energy is starting to diminish
Chasing
I’m tired so this might not always rhyme
It’s getting late and I really don’t have time
Sometimes you chase a dream and it starts to consume you
You’d die in its pursuit, no need to exhume you
Inspiration
Sometimes the well is dry
The puns just aren’t coming
Your humor is too wry
There’s no cymbals and no drumming
Inspiration can be illusive
You Are…
You are my sunshine
But also the moon and stars
You are the song in my mouth
And the muse behind these bars
You are a shoulder to rest on