Waiting for an idea

A muse to this way come

Waiting for an idea

Brighter days to come.

Tears we shed so freely

When the time is right

Enjoy the quiet that is winter

The darkness of the night.

Letting these things happen

The pleasure and the pain

All things for a reason

Insanity standing in the rain.

Put the pen to paper, put the ideas down, race into tomorrow and call the old gods down.