Catchup

I can't keep up with my muse. 
She has gone before to light the way
with her eyes, but she's always come back 
right now, by chance. And I'm running apace 
to take up her slack. The length in my leash 
she always lets. I guess and I'm rough but my bark 
forgets how biting her glowing sarcastic praise 
raises hackles to bust shackles in such ways.