Fancy Sprint

We'll soon again follow my lead
And convince any details to stay and believe in the conviction
Though it's thus far unorganized, scrambled, and latent
Sometimes its marbled at a moments notice
See, there is little craft in the courtroom
Your summoning some humble hollow pleas
And the showmanship appointed is a burial before sea
So much in my earshot;
These foreseen goals glimpse the shape of triumph
Moping around the stiff social scene


I was going to frolic In Rainbows, but wound up in Joe's Garage.