Muse

There is this soul,
there is this aroma,
a specific skin and,
peculiar eyes.
It spins me around,
takes my feet off the ground,
crushes me,
builds me,
makes me high in solid ground. 

Finding a way, where there is no way.
Energizing me, where there is yearn for sleep.
It is a dream, but i'm wide awake.

I travel.
A shooting star in another galaxy
taking me far, but at home. 
Is this even possible?

Drive    Purpose,
Stubborn     Drive,
drive me.

Surrendering   flow,
Drive   Direction,
Care me not,
drive me.

Inhale me,
i'm yours.
I'll treat you good.

There is this soul,
haunting me.
There is this...
i call on you.

O muse thou art,
O thou, i'm yours.