On The Steps Of The Palace Hes a very smart Prince, Hes a Prince who prepares. Knowing this time Id run from him, He spread pitch on the stairs. And Im caught unawares. Well it means that he cares— This is more than just malice. Better stop and take stock While youre standing here stuck On the steps of the palace. All right, what do you want? Have to make a decision. Why not stay and be caught? Should I give that a thought, What would be his response? But then what if he knew Who I am when I know That Im not what he thinks That he wants? Or, then, what if I am? What a Prince would envision? But then how can you know Who you are till you know What you want, which I dont? So then which do you pick: Where youre safe, out of sight, And yourself, but where everythings wrong? Or where everythings right But you know that youll never belong? And whichever you pick, Do it quick, Cause youre starting to stick To the steps of the palace. Its my first big decision, The choice isnt easy to make. To arrive at a ball Is exciting and all Once youre there, though, its scary. And its fun to deceive When you know you can leave, But you have to be wary. Theres a lot thats at stake, But Ive stalled long enough, Cause Im still standing stuck In the stuff on these steps Better run along home And avoid the collision. Though at home they dont care, Ill be better off there Where theres nothing to choose, So theres nothing to lose. So Ill pry up my shoes. Wait, though, thinking it through, Things dont have to collide, I know what my decision is, Which is not to decide. Ill just leave him a clue: For example, a shoe. And then see what hell do. Now its he and not you Wholl be stuck with a shoe, In a stew, in the goo, And Ive learned something, too, Something I never knew, On the steps of the palace.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 18:58:39 +0000
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