There are three glasses on my shelf
As I edge increasingly closer
To myself
Three forks on the road
No easy choices
Anything but a feathery load

If they think they know
Where I'll go
They're wrong
If they think they have the lyrics to my song
They are wrong
It rankles me
Being taking for granted by anybody
It's grating on me
Sitting at the end of anybody's fancy
Nothing here is etched in stone
I'll pick my cup
All alone
And…
If they think they know
Where I'll go
They're wrong
If they think they have the lyrics to my song
They are all wrong

My old lady and company
They'll come calling
Maybe not
Maybe so
I may or may not say no
That's for me to know
For that test
I'll keep my cards
Close and closer to my vest

I love her
M
More than I've loved anyone else
Even my kind
On and off my line
I am love struck
Yearning for red, green and gold
But by nature
Artic cold
Predictably
Unpredictable
I am not Old or New
I can walk away from even her too
Anything I would do
Anyplace I'd go
For her 
And in a heartbeat
I could say no

I am patient
And somewhat impatient
Waiting for the rest of the story
To fall into place
Looking at how this paring
Will fit into that space
I'm not big on the puppet thing
Not my style, the end of anyone's string
I've had my share
Since I've been back here
Forced to play by the rules of the man
Dealing with a paupers hand
It's not natural
Accepting
Words like…
Patronizing
Condescending
I can sense 
People in the catbird seat
Looking down 
I can sense the arrogance
Without hearing a sound
It fuels my rage
Rushes to my core
I'll endure
But not a whole lot more

I won't let my anger
Dictate my choice
I won't let my love
Ruin my spice
I won't let my rapacity for power
Destroy my tower

I know what I want
Where I want to be
No matter what the volume may see
It all comes back down to me
My ire
My frustration
My desire
There are three glasses on my shelf
As I edge increasingly closer
To myself

Three glasses
Once choice
One shot at 
Salvation
Redemption
Destruction

The fourth is not a valid option

There are three glasses on my shelf
As I edge increasingly closer
To myself
And…

If they think they know
Where I'll go
They are all wrong
It's locked inside my clawed eye
ferocious  and strong 

Three Glasses
One drink
I'm think...
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