Alas but i am a mere slave
to Her tell all desire,
to scribe of the life...
i wish to live-

Yet live can i
through trials, triumphs
and troubles.
Pen in hand
(no time for white-out)
i feign Her tall tales
with adventures of love,
dreaming that perhaps
she spied me.

i walk going nowhere,
as if on a treadmill
within the mundane.
When suddenly,
from left field,
She decides its time,
to be the star
in Her version of
“Invasion of the
Thoughtsnatcher”

Forever enslaved
by my Mistress,
my b1tch
of a Muse.

i like!