Dear Muse,

Dear Muse,

Why hello there!
It's me,
You know, the writer!
Yes the writer I am,
And you the Muse.
I call upon you
to shed your creativity
upon my life,
my soul.
Taint my soul
with your genius please.
Send me your thoughts,
send me your creations.
Make my soul
see through the eyes
of your radiance.
Thank you!
You didn't even do anything,
you say?
The only thing you did
was exist?
Truly there must have been something more.
No? Are you sure?
I see
Just the existence of your own self
caused inspiration in itself?
Well then...
You truly do exist in the bubble
of my own creativity.
You truly are a Muse.