What Will Be My Opus Magnum? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What will be my opus magnum?
What will turn the key for me
Am I too frigid to believe I've been chosen?
Am I too frightened to be sacrificed?
And hear encouraging words.
Before they wheel out the hearse

Am I too devoid of any real direction?
Am I too selfish to be disadvantaged?
Would I rather walk barefoot?
And slither like a snake from the edges
Of your flaming grass dress
Am I bereft of any true destination?

Am I an angel or a devil?
Am I a man of two minds?
Or a thousand insignificant fools
What will be my opus magnum?
Are there any hard and fast rules?
I guess I'll keep on singing these blues.

And before I'm considered a failure
Or an overachiever
I'll sing about some wild woman singing
Who leaves my ears ringing every night?
I'll sing about some wild woman in the clover.
And me running for cover, losing my mind again.

Oh, what will be my opus magnum?
What can I sing fine and not turn to dust?
What will be my opus magnum?
Did I forget to floss and kiss a sea breeze?
And slight an echo that spoke of a long ago
When darling, we used to meet.

'Three Sheets to the Wind'
Dancing like an uninhibited kite.
Moored by a moonlit hand pulling a twine
Where I lose my mind, taking me into the shadows
Telling me by first light tomorrow when the cock crows
Darling, don't make me blush; just let me run away carefree.

Run away with your opus magnum song.