All the wishfuls desperately cry: <br />“Muse! Muse! O Muse! ” <br />But where is the muse <br />To enthuse <br />Them? <br /> <br />All the hopefuls wretchedly cry: <br />“Shakspere! Shakspere! ” <br />But no Bard here <br />To Hear <br />Them. <br /> <br />All the amateurs wrenchingly cry: <br />“Gods! Gods! Gods that be! ” <br />But no gods see <br />(If they be) <br />Them. <br /> <br />All the aspirants wistfully cry: <br />“Anything – from anyone! ” <br />And behold: things come. <br />But when done, <br />They die. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(no. I do not use drugs.)<br /><br />Sophia White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-use-of-narcotics-for-inspiration/
