Why does the night inspire or the early morning hours?
Why does music move us so?
Why is my nickname doe?
Why do the birds chirp and kitties purr?
Why do these sounds stir a warm happy place within my heart?
Why does my muse come alive randomly?
Why are my dreams crazy and out of sequence?
Randomness should be my middle name,
Life is a labyrinth and not a game,
Driving us mad but drive indeed,
I need a unicorn or a pegasus to guide me to my muse,
She must awaken,
The evil monster must be forsaken,
Depression is it’s name and must be banished from the land of my mind,
A solution within my conscious I must find.