Magma of the Mind

Magma of the Mind ................ In these shadows My thoughts come alive, They spew over like magma They're everywhere I turn Let my thoughts flow So I can never run out of inspiration. From these caves I've written them all, The voices you hear Once spoke to me They still speak But only I hear them Oh my muse speak again. I'm but a noble soul Drifting through this river, My blood is mortal Just as yours is I am but your message Born into existence. I am a dagger If you like me to be, Whatever you wish I can become Name your price I could be yours My thoughts are like magma Eruption is inevitable. © Adiela Michael