Joni Mitchell and a cup of tea…
I shut the door so no one can see
and dream of something kept underground
when I had to jump off that merry-go-round.
I loved the ride and all the pretty horses
I loves what I thought I would be.
I would have sold my blood to be published
so all the work could read.
I would wax eloquent and be held in high esteem…
all the other riders would admire me.
They would gaze at me on my grand carousel
marveling at all the wisdom I share.
Well now I speak in present tense…
the merry-go-round broken down and spent.
For my profound literature there is no need
I still like Joni and a cup of tea.