Whether Vain
By Indi Riverflow | February 2, 2013
Don’t even have a clue
All the seasoning you’re pitchin’
Into my hoodoo stew
Don’t try to be me
And I won’t try to be you
I’m mixing the recipe
And I’m fixing this brew
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You missed your cue, so hold your say
On every damn twist
That didn’t turn your way
Rage the weather in your domain
Just please don’t rain
On my hurricane
Got to slam the hammer down
Before the cloudy skies transform
Strike the nail into the crown
While the irony’s still warm
Driving colliding pressure zones
To whip up thunder’s form
Listening for the wind’s whistling tone
To summon up the perfect storm
You skipped the script, so hold your say
On every damn twist
That doesn’t turn your way
Mage the weather in your domain
Just please don’t rain
On my hurricane
You’d try to fly before you could walk
Write a book before learning to talk
If you’d only learn to wait your turn
There’s no Empire your fire can’t burn
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