annual

this is my new muse
each year every year there is another
pinprick of darkness that swells that grows
and i jump, and reach,
and i tug, and smile

this is my new muse
keep the hair on keep the forlon
sigh, because, this is how so it shall be
this is how so it shall be

keep the hair on
keep the forlon
run on, run on. if not for the danger
then for the solace from stupidity