I long to lose some precedent
To a new shameful tendency
Because I am so confident
It'll make me fine company
...
Divinity's myth, misconstrued
A deity's wish, an interlude
From the muse's sorrow
To the fate's of tomorrow
...
I don't mean to be Freudian, but you're packed with latent meaning.
(And don't even get me started on the shapes that you've been dreaming) .
The fallacies in your phallic dreams
Echo like your morals from past centuries
...
A sinmple individual who knows nothing of what to do.)
If Only
I long to lose some precedent
To a new shameful tendency
Because I am so confident
It'll make me fine company
There's a laundry list of why's
I lack good grace and kind charm
But now with a few bold lies
My status would know no harm
All love daring extravagance
And it's sport I've never known
But with a dash of confidence
I can truly make it my own