You can close your eyes
There’s nothing here to see
Only echoes in the canyon
From words someone set free
Vapors in the slip stream
Desolving in the sun
Waiting in the darkness
For a muse that never comes
You can turn your back
There’s nothing here to face
Just another endless highway
No one dares to race
No memory here to linger
On songs remained unsung
Resting on the paper
For a muse that never comes
You can walk away
There’s nothing left to burn
No ashes in the valley
No lessons more to learn
I’ll see you here tomorrow
Where feelings all go numb
And thoughts remain unspoken
For a muse that never comes








Powerfully penned, Brandon. Another excellent write chalked full of honesty my friend. Muses are fickle sometimes that’s for sure. I can relate to this one. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian!
Damian took my sentiment. Muses can be a righteous pain in the ass sometime. (He said it nicer. lol) Nicely done
Thank you Fia!
Ooof, I have been there! When she refuses to show, we’re left high and dry. Pun intended. Perfectly executed
Thank you Willow!