To live a better life, I need my muse to be here,
Here, making each moment of my day,
Changing my words with the wave of her hand,
With her wave of the wand, I write something there.
There, wielding my pen on her paper,
Both of us thinking how good it can be,
I am writing but she doesn’t know it’s because of her.
And it’s only because of her I can write something there.
