And so the earth is scorched with grief
A thousand jump ropes at your feet
The reaper stakes his battleground
The catcher in the rye cries out

Heed him now before you fade
Lest every dream a lost crusade



Wrap me up in the past
Then spin me free of time and space
Inspiration invades my senses
Rising from the commonplace

While I wait for random praise
And cast my pearls upon the floor
Oceans beckon, landscapes listen
Silence is a higher chore

Silence dictates in absentia
Sovereign, Empress, Matron, Queen
Follow her through lowly places
Lucky those her favors glean