I left the ivory tower
for art’s sake
Said what I could not
learn there I’d have to fake
And I’m bemused
at where I find I’ve landed
I couldn’t call it fate
and your technique
seems underhanded
And do I trust too much
And leave too much to chance
and do I work too little
fake it with a little dance
and will I ever learn
to only live the day I’m in
and will I ever stop
waiting for the signal
to begin?
And will I ever stop
wondering what it’s like
On the take
not as long as I toil
in this holy field
for art’s sake
what
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