There's beauty in disaster
And I'm writing for my master
These puppet strings are pulling tight
And I can't go no faster
There's magick here that's deep inside
With spells and I'm the caster
I told you once
I'll tell ya twice
My friend I am a bastard
He told me that I'd fry in Hell
A man they called a pastor
My girlfriend said my wings are broken
I'll fly but not till after
It's almost time to graduate
I failed but that was last year
And I'm still bottom shelf my friend
But I'm jumping off the top tier
I had to fall and lose it all
My vision now is so clear
Now I swore I had the answers
But I still failed the test
And I know it's time for me to pass
Because I feel it in my chest
My market crashed
Now it's on the rise
To win I must invest
I have to start all over now
Begin a whole new quest
The bullets start to ricochet
They're bouncing off my chest
I'm speaking from experience
This here is not a guess
I call it a hypothesis
I educate my mind
Everybody calls me Happy
And thank you for your time
© 2023 Stephen George