So you thought you had your mind
Gla**ed up in a jar
Clear and cut and dry
But dipped a bit in tar
And you're hoping for a troll
To rob you of your gold
And burn your lovely home
And keep you from the starlight
Current in your hands
And a trembling in your back
Doubt your hopeful can
And crystallize to lack
And the sun will shine
At the edge of time
But not until you're done
You'll never be done