my muses are like nannys
that i have long outgrown
i don't need their prodding
to hasten me along
if i want a scolding
well i'm great at self-deprecation
and if i need advice
hey, that's why i have my intuition
they can still come to visit
drink tea and wax nostalgic
but i've become an adult
a veritable spout from the fountain of logic
my dolls are coffined in boxes
apparitions of my daydreams
stay stacked in the closet
imagination is still constantly with me
handcuffed, gagged and in blindfold
i release her sometimes and she grabs me
right by my neck in a chokehold
quite intimate; a welcome distraction
i work out with her every weekend
and somewhere those muses are gathered
fretting about what could happen
i know that they think i need guidance
but i'd rather control my own speed and steering
because if i'm not at the wheel
i just might not FEEL
By the way, don't you just hate what I'm WEARING?
*gasp*
i must add here that the uninspired 'confused' inspired this after i answered her question
that i have long outgrown
i don't need their prodding
to hasten me along
if i want a scolding
well i'm great at self-deprecation
and if i need advice
hey, that's why i have my intuition
they can still come to visit
drink tea and wax nostalgic
but i've become an adult
a veritable spout from the fountain of logic
my dolls are coffined in boxes
apparitions of my daydreams
stay stacked in the closet
imagination is still constantly with me
handcuffed, gagged and in blindfold
i release her sometimes and she grabs me
right by my neck in a chokehold
quite intimate; a welcome distraction
i work out with her every weekend
and somewhere those muses are gathered
fretting about what could happen
i know that they think i need guidance
but i'd rather control my own speed and steering
because if i'm not at the wheel
i just might not FEEL
By the way, don't you just hate what I'm WEARING?
*gasp*
i must add here that the uninspired 'confused' inspired this after i answered her question