Muses come and go, and where they lack the imagination takes over. Though it’s always a fine line as to where one begins and the other ends. Some days, it seems. Memeories linger, fade, and are supplimented until the next time.

when you can only see so far back through
the damage that’s been done
waiting ever so patiently
for an ending that always drags on

let you down, let you down,
I never wanted to let you down
it could have been so lovely
but we feel like angels to the ground