Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Controlled
8.01.03
Here’s a pencil-
Hold it close
Sketch your life out
Make it better than most
Let the stars revolve
Around the moon
And the end begin
All to soon
Cause I’m giving you the chance
To make whatever you please
Whatever befalls
In your child-like dreams
Yes, child-like by nature
Demented by trust
Forgotten forever
To trace along the trail of the dusk
Golden enchantment
Handing you the end
You get the choice but-
I’ll always win
Cause I gave you a pencil but-
I have the pen
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]