The future has already past

While my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm not sure if anything even matters.
who knows maybe now i'll be able to shed light on my muse, wherever they might be and however many might exist.