And I’ll stay for many days But take away this great escape And I may fade into the gray Of such despair that there Are hardly terms I find that could compare To match the horror of this beauty That I stare at everywhere I find my life inside has died And I’m denied the right to scribe Or to assign this slice of life A type of bright insightful lines But though I stew and make a fuss The only truth is, life is tough Oh, what to do? Futile to bluff I guess this proves my flame’s been snuffed