Here’s a contradiction for you:
I can inspire, but I am NOT your Muse.
I don’t serve you & I’m not here for you.
I am not your gift. I am not your salvation.
No see, I am that to me, and me alone.
I will feed you but I am not your food.
While I will water you, still I am not your source. I am not your life.
I will not hold the burden that is your creative mind.
I refuse to shoulder your darkness while allowing my light to overtake yours.
What I give, I give endlessly but I do not give without thought.
With honesty I can speak with you but I will not sit on the pedestal you build.
I do not belong there.
I am not a marvel, a statue to be examined. To be dissected as an alien of your form.
I am a loose leaf in the wind. Forever moving, forever changing.
I am not what you want me to be.
Not how you imagine to be. I am not what you seek for what you seek is the myth within the stories. The melody of the song.
See I am not the myth, but the legend. I am not the melody but the meat.
I am not here to serve you. I am not here to carry the title of Muse.
I am no Muse. I am me. I am fulfilling and I will take it all back as quick as I desire.
There is no you in me.