My muse

My muse,where is my muse
Does beauty hide from my eyes like a rabbit in a hole
Or does it run like a mouse trying to find it's home
Or does it walk by me everyday
Or am i blind
Either or, I do not think
Think that I am blind but just won't think
Can't my muse be the stars in the sky? 
Or can't it be the frog that croaks day and night
Or maybe it should be the bird that represents freedom in life
Or maybe I should enjoy the finer things in life
The moon and the stars
The clouds and their shape
Or maybe the animals making a living off the earth that spins
Or maybe, god forbid, having to study the working man
Who runs his life by the clock and their hands
Or maybe i can get inspiration 
By the deep blue and it's swaying seas
Or maybe i can try to find a beauty so rare
That when i dare stare my mind goes blank
But i lack a muse
But it seems like the lack inspiration gives me inspiration
Or maybe it's the longing 
That keeps me forever wanting
So maybe that's my muse
The dreadful feeling of wanting 
It kills me on the inside 
And yes I feel it growing
Wherever you are, my muse
Take this feeling away
And inspire me even in old age