The Muse

Pass on the pitcher, don´t let me die of thirst.
In search of a challenge in search of the muse.
To walk on new ways ´cause I know
It wasn´t better back in the days.

Confuse me, seduce me.
Break into my lethargy.
Thrill me, please kill me
Help me find out who I want to be.

My spirit suffers from neglect,
Cause conformity protects.
That makes it so easy, too easy for me.
At the same time very difficult, afraid of being different.

Crossing common borders to find my happiness?
The fear to fail…
While I try to read my mind, I want to feel yours.
Help me, poke me, kick me, I don´t know.