..the mystic water's
I once doth touched
your watching me
people of the corn
slayer of the stock
mother am I still
your goldenboy..
I once played with
sacred toys..
now I'm not so dismayed
when my words get stolen
or when my heart gets broken
just typical..this life..
what else could it be..
but sweet and tragic
mystery..better yet
not to have tried at all..
for it was written in the stars..
I would fall..
