So a story
Find a frame
Fill with you abide

Listless
Restless
Turning page
And filled with suicide

Oh a happy time to write

an ode

to those of note

But what of pages burning for

a

Heavy heart to tote

Can all these sheets of open air
Hold a form so free

And at the same, entice the mass
And follow you with me

All is wrought with love and pain
And all is of the stage
Peace and fire

Lust so dire

With
Endless hope and rage