What do you want from me?
What have I not done?
Suffered enough for my art, your art?
Had more than my share of fun?
What does it take to open the vein
and nourish me with its flow?
Is there a test? A rite? A mountain to climb?
How much more can I show?
My time, it is passing; surpassing I know
I must have this happen and soon
In all fairness to thee and thy gods, cry off
For I fear my next inclination's to swoon
I have the mind, I think, no, i Know
to provide some with much and more with some
Do not let this force, this face, my face my friends
Be ever written and unknown as a work yet to come
Copyright: 2011 Brian Pellerino