Time To Tell The Truth (From Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

What I can do I can do again
I have a thought in my afterbrain
Roller coaster pain
It's all about a roller coaster pain
All about a roller coaster pain
Running through each stretching vein

Stand up and do you own thing
Bring in the light that we can't hate
Moving with fame trying to sing
Give it your best voting can't wait

The pulses within your heartbeats
What does this all 'perfection' mean
Their meanings and streetwise aesthetes
Where have they before all been

Cover your changes who shall win
There is no room to be here different
Vote for your nearest - hold that linchpin
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant

Nothing comes in and out easy
There is no room for changing me
All to directions briefly and breezy
What will it be you just wait and see

Cover your changes who shall win
There is no room to be here different
Roll on your weel - hold that linchpin
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant

You can't win I'm on my own turf
You can't win I'm on my own turf
You can't win I'm on my own turf
You can't win I'm on my own turf

Cover your changes who shall win
There is no room to be here different
Vote for your nearest - hold that linchpin
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant
Nothing comes in and out easy
There is no room for changing me
All to directions briefly and breezy
What will it be you just wait and see

Turn around your own fading luck
Get yourself as fast as you can out of here
Don't be the one who's forever stuck
Lost and never again found - going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere
Time to tell the truth - yeah
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Time to tell the truth - yeah

Time to tell the truth - yeah
Time to tell