The day I lost my Muse

Hey what's up? I lost my Muse. Oh, I'm sorry, do you have any idea where it could be? No, I looked for it everywhere! What does it look like? It's a shoe box, a black one. Did you look at the lake? Yes. In the field? Yes. At the beach? Yes. In Bologna? Yes. At home? I told you, I can't find it anywhere. So what do we do? I don't know. Do we need it so much? Yes. And why is that? Because it's the only thing that can save me. Save you from what? From my worst enemy. And what would that be? Myself.