Who wants to have success?
I want anonymity
I don’t deserve identity
Not sure of my proximity
Darkness is our imagery
Dark like our duality
Fittingly in our tranquility
There’s no hotel or casino
Who wants to be an anemone
Living in the sea
Being pretty and predatory
But I’m searching for space to grieve
Over my own wickedness believe
If I could just rest on the constellation Libra
I’d do it in a whimper enjoying her
I just scratched a love note on Voyager.
The Bard gets fidgety
When he’s out of whiskey
No girls to get frisky
My words a bit risky
Wish I was tipsy
Maybe get a bit crispy
When my nifty fingers
Linger too long in the stars
Deep space flight
Where it feels like night
So far away from life
Only specks of light
Splashing in your eyes
Deep space flight
Where it feels like night
So far away from life
Far away from light
You’d not believe your eyes
You’d not believe your eyes!
One light year
Is a very long distance
Far away from existence
Why am I always running away?
One light year
I’d love a light beer
Coors or Bud Light yeah
It’s ‘cause you’re too afraid to say
You’re a coward
Your milky ways soured
You’ve got no power
That’s why you need me
Lord of the words
Prince of the verse
In your ears like a canard
Yeah me the Bard.
You know I’ll carve
Words of love onto the probe
I’d rather you starve
Than write a sonnet so blue
Leave me alone Bard
I was alright without you
I want anonymity
I don’t deserve identity
Not sure of my proximity
Darkness is our imagery
Fittingly in our tranquility
Im fed up of duality.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
Who wants to have success?
I want anonymity
I don’t deserve identity
Not sure of my proximity
Darkness is our imagery
Dark like our duality
Fittingly in our tranquility
There’s no hotel or casino
Who wants to be an anemone
Living in the sea
Being pretty and predatory
But I’m searching for space to grieve
Over my own wickedness believe
If I could just rest on the constellation Libra
I’d do it in a whimper enjoying her
I just scratched a love note on Voyager.
The Bard gets fidgety
When he’s out of whiskey
No girls to get frisky
My words a bit risky
Wish I was tipsy
Maybe get a bit crispy
When my nifty fingers
Linger too long in the stars
Deep space flight
Where it feels like night
So far away from life
Only specks of light
Splashing in your eyes
Deep space flight
Where it feels like night
So far away from life
Far away from light
You’d not believe your eyes
You’d not believe your eyes!
One light year
Is a very long distance
Far away from existence
Why am I always running away?
One light year
I’d love a light beer
Coors or Bud Light yeah
It’s ‘cause you’re too afraid to say
You’re a coward
Your milky ways soured
You’ve got no power
That’s why you need me
Lord of the words
Prince of the verse
In your ears like a canard
Yeah me the Bard.
You know I’ll carve
Words of love onto the probe
I’d rather you starve
Than write a sonnet so blue
Leave me alone Bard
I was alright without you
I want anonymity
I don’t deserve identity
Not sure of my proximity
Darkness is our imagery
Fittingly in our tranquility
Im fed up of duality.
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