Find inspiration in you! Please read that again.. I will wait..
A close friend of mine,no. A dope producer friend of mine lost his muse recently. I imagine the wake to be frustrating, with cold finger foods and bitter sweet chili dip served in crack-ed and glue-d tot glasses. All in attendance lamenting over the cold corpse, tears brimming the eyelids. Those offering condolences covered with “how did it happen” masks. Was it a software crash, an illegal night robbery or the intimidation of 88 keys?
He stands upright, grief vibrating through his blood and smiles warmly with acceptance. A beautiful fitting memorial.
These dang muses are so fickle in nature though. They are a spark that raise empires to ashes. The flame powerful, insistent and unrelenting. Inspiration lies here. Dead.
Skipping on the sport…
Shaking this dying dread off my bones
Fumbling in my pockets
I need light.