My Muse, she’s flown I know not where
I sit here tearing out my hair,
And why this need to write a word?
It isn’t mad it’s just absurd.

And yet, and yet, despite it all
I think my thoughts might still enthral.
If only I could set them down
Instead of coddling with my frown.

But Muse why did you go away
To leave my life in disarray?
What happened that upset you so?
What did I do to make you go?