lost muse under the bed? 'default milk carton add' pouring out your mouth

[anxi]

trying to find that inspiration
I can feel it right behind
that damn curtain that wont clear
those damn dust bunnies
clouding up my memory
looking for a pacemaker
to handle the hold
figured that sound was
just the nuts and bolds
fallin to the floor
where the hardware needin be re-wired
wide-eyed and strung out to dry
there is still traces leading me back
home where I belong but to him
i never left any bread to find the way back
alas I left roots.