I guess it's you

The first fall months have seen an explosion
a Pre-Cambrian growth of inspiration
and outlet
Some days I just sit, but I'm always thinking
setting up scenes for a film
where the actors are us
and our lives play out in storyboard

The strangest part has been my own reluctance
to see the muse of creation
Sometimes I don't know what was just made
Maybe it's my own cloudiness on the subject
A subconscious fog made of ignorance mixed with unbelief
Now a beam of clarity pokes through
And I see who it was all along

I guess it's you
And I don't know how to feel about it