THE ANSWER

MAYBE, HALF PAST TEN

PERHAPS, ITS ONLY NINE

RUNNING OUT OF ROAD

RUNNING OUT OF TIME

 

PEOPLE ASK ME WHEN,

AND HOW YOU WRITE YOUR RHYMES?

I ONLY HOLD THE PEN

I DON’T SUPPLY THE LINES

 

SOON THE DARKNESS COMES

A FLICKER IN THE LANTERN

LIFE STUMBLES AND IT RUNS

SPINNING LIKE A DANCER

 

THERE WAS A LONELY BOY

MAYBE, NINE OR TEN

HEARTACHE, HIS ONLY LOVE

FATE HIS ONLY FRIEND

 

 

SO, THERE THE MASTER BLEND

A FISTFUL OF DISASTER

 

STIRRING EVER FASTER