why bother?

i am yet to find my ever shy muse…

i am yet to find courage to woo her again…

i am trapped with my so called ego to try to call her back.

make amends and such.

 

i think, i have consumed enough vodka

that dried not just my throat

but my courage as well.

 

i think, I’ve spent enough

time alone that I’ve forgotten

how is it working, singing

inside of my head

to lure my muse back.

 

but then again,

she’s part of me

and i know, time will come

we’ll be reunited…

 

call me lazy

call me mean…

i rather not bother

to call for her name once again.