She Whispers in My Ear

Muse is always hanging in there, she never goes too far. She enjoys her sleep and awakens with lined up stars. Muse nestles in soft places and gets jostled by rude faces. She whispers in my ear and makes melodies of my tears. Muse likes to get drunk and act like a punk, she then bangs on my head and propels me from bed into the atmosphere. Muse says repeatedly so I will listen... "You lost the battle, Don't lose the lesson!"