The Muse

And barriers abound
Should I feel blinded by the light
Knee deep up to my neck in heavy water
I conjure up my muse
She’s my means to achieve a simple quota
When it’s make or break
Make no mistake
She appears like lightning in a bottle
I catch the spark
Oh she lights the dark
The knot’s undone the ideas come
Like two hands on a throttle
There’s a place of one way streets and doubt
No red lights ever change
We wind up with no exit out
Facts are facts and stumbling blocks delay the mind
That’s when my muse arrives