Their twirling whims of inspiration

Dark water muses dancing through life

Leaping effortlessly over roadblocks

And teasing this rancid heart of mine

I missed their tangoing heart beats

And the effortless way my fingers played in their hair

I could smell the scent of freedom rising from their spirits

But the back of mind stared at the responsibilities behind me

"It's time to go"

I tried to fight its hold of my focus

And keep my eyes locked on their carefree expressions

I whimper for them to come with me

Begging for their existence to swallow reality

And paint me a life with their elegant strokes

I cannot find enough time to spend with them anymore