each droplet holds creative might
to fire my heart and boil my brains,
with which to set the world alight!
So as I stand, a shallow youth,
with passion flaming from my heart,
I face the bitter bite of truth
I cannot find a place to start.
So send a muse more kind for me,
who tells me what's considered good,
describes the things she wants to see;
the things I must - not those I could.
Please chain me down, because I know
restrictions make the magic flow.