I'm in need of MUSE.

"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song,
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to"

It's all I've been writing about. Its been months, and I just can't seem to let this go. I tried with all my might, to replace. It's almost like inception. In the process I've even substituted my replacement with its own muse. That's probably what we do in life. We tend to replace our true dreams with muses. And the list of muses just never seem to end. Inter-connectedness, deja vu, et all. 


So much, that I don't believe it's real. I can't make it real.

I broke another mirror

I look behind in desperation, can't find any meaning in what I have
Lived this life on innocent glories, that's taking me to where I am.
But speed posts come and go, this route is along an infinite coast
Hidden, all expectations, just look through the glass, its someone I don't know.

Reflections ignite, life's other side.
Shattered half by a dot,
I'm turning into something I am not.