I am just a man of thought,
Of words and lines and songs so sought.
I’ll sing my songs and release my lines,
And never the two shall entwine.
Let me play, do things my way,
And I may stay to grace the stage.
Lines to whisper, and songs to yell,
The peace of Heaven and the hatred of Hell.
Now sit and I will play for you,
A melody both strong and true.
Sit down and listen, fall into remission,
And cascade in, to notions of fiction.