the brain is a feral five pound meat maze
where sense-grenades wage war with reason’s meter
it pulls the pins and it counts the syllables–
rearranging it’s fleshy neurochemical electric grid landscape
to suit the non-Euclidean geography of our experience
Fascinated:Caffeinated 
art and creativity in the domains and mediums of music and lyrical composition are most indubitably not your God-given wings. The Muses have abandoned you, first find and hold a fidelity to pure and unadulterated truth, then maybe the God will speak through you.