Here I lay,
Covered in hay
No game to play
No time to gain

I’m a story they say
With Some glory, hooray!
In an instant I’m prey
The cup taketh away

Do I despair in my day?
Or shall I weep for a ray?
Maybe clean up the clay
Or let the potter portray

A life with no sleigh
A chapter with grey
No sea, no bay
In no time I’m fey

But I’ll try, if I may
With a price, I’ll pay
Might I start today,
In a Rennesaince cafe!