The Meltdown


Center of my being
See it fleeing
I have been known to let it down

Pit of my fears
Roiling for years
If the level’s too high I will drown

Get out while you can
Get out before the meltdown
Too late for me, man
Get out before the meltdown

Light of my heart
It, too, will depart
Then it will wither and turn brown

Glow of my soul
Now black as coal
The power I stored has been shutdown

Get out while you can
Get out before the meltdown
Too late for me, man
Get out before the meltdown


2-1-2003

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