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