The Muse

By the light of common day
Things look different
Than they did in the starlit dark
The dark was warm and clouded
It was easy to deceive yourself
And those around you in the work
To say the craziness and pain
The spreading of the stain
Is exactly where you gain the spark to make it
As if being happy isn’t quite enough
Somehow I needed to make it rough
Rough enough to break it
To make those long connections
And run in wrong directions
Till I break it loose
I was wrong of course, I see now
The spark is there all the time
If you know how
To listen to your calling
The muse is quietly knocking
On your door right now
To say the craziness and pain
The spreading of the stain
Is exactly where you gain the spark to make it
As if being happy isn’t quite enough
Somehow I needed to make it rough
Rough enough to break it
Rough enough to break it
You have to go faithfully each day
And open up your head some way, somehow
And what will come in answer
Some strong and gentle dancer
Will carry a song, through your door
Some great lifting force of light
Will come to balance fearful night
Raise its voice and then raise yours
Raise its voice and then raise yours
Raise its voice and then raise yours
You have to go faithfully each day
And open up your head some way, somehow