Muse

The state of mind you’ve brought me to
Like a rubber band stretched thin
An anchor in patience, an anchor in fire
Potential locked within
There’s some great madness hidden here
When I can’t let karma be
Spinning webs but telling truth
Wishing lies get washed to sea
My fortune always takes the wheel
When I don’t know where to drive
I’ve never needed compasses
To make it out alive
But I feel you’re just my passenger
Though you’d rather be my muse
It’s your fortune to be clinging to
Something wilder than your youth
So I’m not afraid of moving on
Let the anchor’s weight be raised
I just fear that you won’t make it through
A year of lonely days
But your passion keeps you grounded
To an earth that’s often cold
I have wished too long to warm you
Into letting time unfold
You just cannot change an anchor
Into feathers, into light
And you cannot stay the motion
Of a storm intent on flight.