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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.07.09.41.25853]] |
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Splashing my feet in a puddle Like a three year old in a muddle Seems choices I make Are subject to take My to mind to far reaches of fuddle I've too many toys in my hand I can't keep my attention span Paths lead off to nowhere So I sit with my fear And wish that my life weren't so bland If I should get burnt once again I'm sure I would die from the pain I can't touch anything I can't wear a ring Romance seems to be a blue flame So ask me not what I do I can barely tie my own shoe Without ghosts coming near Re-igniting my fear And telling my muse just to shoo When I get my new beefy tee Then sisters watch out for me I can sing a bright song And love all night long Return to me muse, set me free |