Muse

When people say,
they'll never leave,
You know, they always do.
We all try, to be true.

You try, and try
to be together,
Then, you're dead,
and gone forever,
no more return,
Not now, not ever,
We must make it count
And not let things amount

There can peace
Without the death
But I can't stay here
I confess,
I don't think I
Can take the test.
It's not that I'm
at all obsessed,
Picasso needs a muse,
Is all that I conclude.