Inspiration comes
in the middle of the night;
muses pay me a visit
and ask me to dance.
I dance at their pace
and I am lost in their embrace;
I am living my present
no one is on the way.
I want to live in this cloud
when the sun comes out,
when the music fades away
and the birds fly around.
I linger in this feeling,
don't ever want to look back
but gravity whispers in my ear
it is time to come down
I am back to myself,
I've been high for a while;
I feel so good in my own
and I am ready for a second round!
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