A New Muse

Dear Lord Let me be anything But bored or in love Been comfortably cursed Almost blessed to sleep Now I want to know what I don't know What she sleeps in I need a new muse If she sings for me I'll sing for you Dear Lord Let me be anything But a boy or in love It's a double-edged word Both sides will cut you clean I too often forget if I'm in or out of it I bleed the most Turn my blood into poetry That's why I need to know What she sounds like when she sings My neck hurts From holding my head up straight For so long My feet hurt From standing in one place For so long Dear Lord Let me be anything But loved or in love