There's a story that I try to share with you
About my muse, and everything is true.
Sometimes I wake her up and write her down
Here on my papers. She's everywhere around.
Like all my monsters and my butterflies
She's hidden in my dreams and in my eyes
In all my poems, in my depressions and my truth
That's all about my muse and all for you.
Last night she didn't come as usual to me
She was asleep and tired to not be free
I searched for her in all my thoughts and words
Then I gave up, she was in other worlds.
But in the morning back again the muse
This time much stronger and more confused
More unslaved by my depressions and it's true,
She's more about myself, and all for you.