The Muse wakes me at four –
Wakes me mid-snore
To impart some eternal knowledge
And she won’t let me sleep
‘Til her bidding I keep
It was never like this at my college
She demands more from me
Than school ever could
And relishes waking me up
She shows me my mind,
Receptive and kind –
She knows I’m not making me up
The difference between what she knows and I
Is the difference between the truth and a lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem