I edit the muse Because I feel the ruse Is too obvious to everyone around So quiet as a mouse I don’t make a sound Til it implodes And everyone goads Me til a break in my mental health Is the cards that I am dealt I smile into the sun And I look for the one Meanwhile, on the run I end what was never begun And I look to him for salvation He hasn’t got any I thought he had the truth But it’s just one of the many And something he spouts To eschew his self doubt I look within And I find a power greater than him Deep in my soul He could make all the waves roll But he can’t command the sea Or make a woman out of me Just coz he’s a man He kicks the can Down the road And the car slowed To see what he was doing I’m no girl for the pursuing So I let it go I’m not sure if he ever got it though
You told me so many things
And the sad thing is I believed you
And now it’s all in rack and ruins
And I’m left to wonder
If any of it was true
But that kernel
That precious kernel
Still shines
As bright as ever
And radiates out
From the source
Of all love
And happiness
And joy
And shows me
Again and again
The wonder and splendour
Of you
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