Don't Follow Your Muse 1.12.11

So if for the moment you're becoming confused
close your eyes to escape, don't follow your muse.
It is easy you see, no need for alarm
And in the end, it will do you no harm.
Smell fragrant cut grass, smell salty deep sea
smell it all for now a new reality.
I think I shall ski or maybe bake pie
simply put, at this time, I deflect the evil eye.
But, the devil he finds me, creeping by night
He awaits in the darkness until the timing is right.
Sweet as sugar, oh if you could hear him sing
His voice evolved, disguised with every new fling.
In top hat he carries a guitar as a cane
He dances and fiddles while playing his game.
The choices, poor subjects, they never prepare
he runs for the mirror to admire his hair.
Pleasing himself making subtle connections
He shatters emotions, there are no exceptions.
He has evolved, but it's still the old man of fire
No trusting his type, I simply call him a liar.
Such fun for the Hare and the mad little Hatter,
a life full of games which really don't matter.
But deep down inside he is always the same,
He is living a life which is lonely and lame.
Such a sad life performing tricks for attention
Sucking life from poor souls he makes his ascension.
He feeds on the weak or those full of passion
Tailoring his style he thinks he is in fashion.
I take pride in the fact that he is distracted by me
But I'm stronger than he thinks, this he will see.
Move on little devil take your pitchfork and go
I have dinner to make, I am tired of your show.
So, if for a moment you become quite confused
close your eyes to escape, forget the old muse.