For the old muse
I don't mind being empty. Every time, I leave trails for you So, you catch up with me When I can't. But then, I wouldn't mind I wouldn't mind, if you failed too. We can maybe sit at a distance then And let it pass. Let it all pass. And then, meet once more, if it pleases to fill each other again with everything that we think, matters. And if, by any chance the odds are against us, I will leave trails for you.