Butterflies follow as I walk up the hill
They fly like ideas, or so it may seem
Sometimes they rest on my shoulders and chest,
Then flutter off pursuing some butterfly scheme

When they come close, I can hear their whispers
Telling me a tale of some innocent affair
Then a wanderer lands, right in my hand
Leaves behind a story, goes flying off somewhere

I’m walkin' out here on storyteller road
Trust the muse will provide
Cars that pass promise inspiration
Stick out my thumb, catch a ride, catch a ride

I search many doors in the hall of ideas
Rooms with meaning are waiting inside
I cross a threshold and enter a dream
Step Into rooms where unknown family abide

That sofa means comfort, those people are wisdom.
Memories glow with neon emotion
Each holds a story, a message, a secret
I can choose a choice, or wait to be chosen

I’m walkin' out here on storyteller road
Trust the muse will provide
Cars that pass promise inspiration
Stick out my thumb, catch a ride, catch a ride

Some days I’d lose creative motivation
I’d wrestle down the demon of despair
Sat down to write but my brain went on vacation
So I wrote about that, now I see ideas everywhere

I’m walkin' out here on story teller road
Trust the muse will provide
Cars that pass promise inspiration
Stick out my thumb, catch a ride, catch a ride

© 2024 Matthew Costello