the muse forgotten

somedays you will remember
somedays you will forget
that rainy day you were full of truth
while I was dripping wet

Life spread out like maps
or scraps
of paper on the floor
he calls himself an artist
so we call him that too
she calls herself a dreamer
but then, so do you

ten thousand miles
of road stretching so far
If I look real close
I can see exactly who you are
Traveling down this road
Coming ever closer to you
always remembering
until I forget what I simply knew

We are temporary beings
destined for the grave
all you know turns to dust
with only your soul to save
but clearly we are stars
manifest in earthly form
training for the heavens
seeking shelter from the storm