Someone stepped on my muse today
Now she's contrary
Hides her face away
Won't talk to me with her lucid smile
And her golden tongue
Won't come out and play
Someone filled my heart with stone
And cast me down
Leaving me all alone
They played me like a ferris wheel
All fast and easy
With those highs and lows
Now I'm left here to sit and glare
With veins of dust
And cold hands of clay
Making me want to scream out loud
As the words just sit
And I've lost my way.

August 11, 1999

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