What shall I write today?
What shall be my muse today?
How should I craft my words?
Which path should I navigate through?
Just like every other day,
I inquire of my instinct,
What wisdom shall be passed today?
What message shall be preached this day?
Muse is a daily bread
and I pray, "Give me this day, my daily bread".
Writing is a daily act,
and I pray, "Grant me the grace of consistency".
But beyond these prayers,
I will summon intentionality,
I will call on my consciousness,
to open the wells of muse to me.
This flow shall be endless,
Tomorrow again, I shall come
and my thoughts shall flow easily,
my writing shall be endless.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.