(No) Stage Left.

It was Wednesday. Apparently it happens all the time.

(No) Stage Left.

It's not so very different when I'm busy being me.

There's just that bit of bother between me and the ground.

Yes, I either hate like a demon, or fall in Love with all I see,

But I like to think I take a break and I make it safe and sound.

You see I'm no good at playing like I'm just like all the rest.

But I'll allow Somehow I have trouble with my balance.

I've tried this out before but feel free, please be my guest.

Nothing quite so very alive unless I'm courting Chance.

What ya gonna do when you stumble into love with such a Wicked Fool as me?

Who can say, but I for damn sure want to take a tiny little peek and see.

Had gone Mad so long ago it now just feels like good old ancient History.

But be warned and be aware that I'm a long lost love of lonely tragedy.

So not to be a brat but where the Holy Hell are you?

Something seems to have up and stolen away your attention.

I guess you think you've got far more lovely things to do,

Than breaking out of my Dreams and relieving all this tension.

If I've learned a single thing it's to laugh at this moody Life.

Always trying to strut about and stand Center on the stage.

Working it's poor mind to worry about doom and gloom and strife.

But I've gone and caught the Magic and I figured how to flip the Page.

Better hurry up and wait.  Say hello to this mellow before it up and says goodbye.

Not bothered by my Sainthood or dressing up like I'm Sin. I'm trying to remember how to fly.

More's the pity that this City is so awful good at being pretty while it dies.

Painting Rhymes so many, many times is just my take at breathing in this sky.