Me, myself, and I with baby Lanor.
Double L trouble lighting bulbs of full force.
Setting out to every god like attraction.
Setting my path down without guilt reaction.
Burn the prize into the eyes they say.
Her eyes of Siren persuade a different way.
Pain, grief, and distress a burden blessed from above.
A curse is the worse when your the only Lupy one.

So down in into fifth, the fifth I must go.
Lets go! Lets go! Before the sun grows too old.