the muse?

what if the muse was just a figment of your imagination?
would you be deemed crazy, or just a bit off when asked "what inspires you?"
what would your answer be if the muse did not exist?

there are things within this world that need to be put into words.
phrases and conjectures that need to be made, placed into order, organized into cohesive thoughts and only i am the one that needs to do it.
i am the only one who holds that perspective.
i am the only one who can tell that story.
i am the only one who can hold that turn of phrase and make it be exactly what the reader is looking for.
i am the only one who can do this.

what would you do if the muse did not exist?
as you walked down that path in the woods would you see the shadows as they played among the branches and trunks of the trees?
would you notice how the light glints off the surface of every blade of grass, making it all glow golden in the early morning light?
would you hear the cadence and rhythm of the spoken word,
or would it all just be one more moment that the mind does not hold onto?
would it all just disappear as quickly as it happened?
what would you do?