Under the circumstances
I should be crowned
I should be knighted
and well renowned
this is no coddle
for the creative heart
and yet I persist
and each day new start
Oh I know no guarantee
Oh I know its own reward
is it my comeuppance for some future life
hanging hoisted on my own petard
give me faith to believe
just for a single week
give me to hold on one more year
draw the veil and grant me just a peek
and I will go
wherever you might say
swear to me just swear to me
I'll get there by this May
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