What do I do to create something new?
Bleed redder than red? Feel bluer than blue?
Mope? Be aloof or make my book open?
Leave my heart out there then watch it get broken?
Cup my black tears and with grief I’ll make
The bestest story of the worstest heartbreak
Should I escape to the farthest mountain?
Live the quest for the holy fountain
Then bring back the lost inn’cence of youth
When I didn’t care for scouting for truth
I think now I’m older I’m losing my Muse
Or am I just making up a bad excuse?
I killed my friends and no doubt it thrilled me
Met Walden and Hyde, they tickled my fancy
Went grazing with the lion eating the sun
And I’m telling you I have just begun
So what do I do to create something new?
I’m now redder than red and bluer than blue
I learned a big lesson of keeping things secret
Hush, I won’t toot my ultra trumpet


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