Words come and go, they live and flow. You can say something in many ways like drawing lines on a page. I don't usually rhyme as I'm not one for poetry, but anyone reading this hasn't gotten a chance to know me. Inspiration is something that I seek, a muse to help me hit my peak. But we are smart and we all know, just like the word that lives and flows. Life is hard and and doesn't pull its hits. So forward I go as here I sit. Using the excuse, the thing I seek. A muse to help me hit my peak.
