Lyrics Fated

Lyrics fated to watch me burn
All skin peeled back from my fingers
Write feverish prose like an intern
6 months of fabled progress
31 years of pooled thought
It all pours through to try to impress
Although me is whose mind I've caught
Lackluster the words stand
to have some side
Or ferocious the words hang
upon my pride
Project declared to give point to existence
The words in my possession sour
if I cannot find time, lack persistance,
let them all fade away