It was more marvelous.


You sang like I'd never heard music
Clenching to the minutes of guitar licks
Coming from the strings of your far hips
Twelve inches away
What's your name again?
Is it Saturday?


This glistening path, where arrows are illegally painted
Eyes past sky, for this liberty belated
These souls
Some have seen the change I live in today
Others cross streets, looking straight ahead
While I'm one of the both ways
Freedom is not a place, or a person, or a thing
It's a state of mind
It's the world on a string
I held in my hand on the yellow brick road


To my right was my dove, and I'll be the toad
Are those my fans?
Did you read the signs they can hold?
In a world spinning so fast
So cold, but so bold?


I'm sold, freedom is priceless you know
Welcome to my life
I'm in the show


But I'm trying. Trying to make sense of the time
As I feel myself unintentionally unwind
But the magic stops,
But only on the outside
Of my body, my skin
Sugar held to my chest
Gluttony is my new favorite sin
Deadly, but some things are good
Like speaking no words
And then understood


Who knew
I knew the world would
At least one note in my life
Make some sense like it should


So look here, glitter, the fairies
I remember I swore I would never get married
Or I would be too fat to carry
Or I would burn, never buried
But life is now this moment
No need to be hurried
Or worried
Or full of hate
Or fury


I've seen too much sadness, but the bottom is alluring
Although I hold my own, this world is not mine
So I took it off my shoulders in El Dorado
And left an old mirror behind.
Please be kind, join me.
Saturday to unwind.

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