The Art Isn'T Enough

The art isn’t enough To keep my head up The time is getting tough It calls every bluff The air will cut The waters will run Red with fear Anxious destruction nears Chipping my lofty ears The darkness leers me My loathing legs can’t flee My haughty hands can’t escape My faulty fingers won’t budge My falling feet lock My heated head will stop My broken body will drop All to rise again At the opportune moment in the morning