The Story Told - Free Fall

Trouble filling up a glass halfway spilt destined to dismantle a seeping mind thought once to be one of a kind but lately left behind books beaming with success slipping off her dress uncovering secrets hidden deep making me weep knowledge known to make a man but too much gets you the frying pan when whispers are told about growing old maid in a minute a minuet in triple time anyway you spin it you think we cant tell oh go to hello in your cap just another feather let's talk about the weather a lion lying upon the rough rock thoughts only of a twisted clock guarding the den of iniquity then read the riot act lost in a book of facts don't lie goodbye yellow brick road the story's been told *for Frank's Zany contest*