A Musing

The bards desire, a whiter shade of muse,
requires that deep depression be attained.
A genuinely somber tone, the blues,
must permeate the soul and be retained.
 
You're better off a human being sad
as lack of hope intensifies the senses.  
The muse will be obscure when one is glad...
embrace your pain. Oh poet, build no fences!  

A weary writer soon divines the well
and draws his muse from willful deprivation
of sleep that he may conjure bliss or Hell;
exhaustion is a path to inspiration.


Exhaustion's good, depression's better still...
if you can manage both you're almost Will.