No leadership, no guidance
My longest curtain call.
The limits of your brightness -
Too broad for my control.
No tempest and no fury,
No harvest after rain,
The members of your jury
Have got me on the chain.
I hit my fists at fortune,
My head against the wall -
You are so good at watching
The way I rise and fall.
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