• At times i am lost and can not find the way.
    no matter how much i search in vain , i cant find where i am .
    lost in a field of endless dreams.
    searching for answers to questions yet asked.
    wondering how,where or when i will find my muse.
    will they be in a line ,a riddle or a rhyme.
    maybe a song bird will chirp my memory clear.
    but all is silent and there's a hush on the wind.
    someday soon ill hear the whispers again and i will know my muse is there ,urging my thought and my creativity again .