The Phone Call (for Amy Winehouse)
I saw a trillion stars today, then wept from the beauty
Moved a mountain of imagination, through the air of elsewhere
It filled my voice with power and pain
Fueling this moment that channeled insane
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Yet mortals wait, with baited breath, for the phone call 2x
The masses give adulation, which channels through my voice
Heady catalytic inspiration, pulled out of the ether
I have a choice to remain unchanged
But god-hood beacons like calming rain
The creativity fills me up, I’m filled to bursting
Most fans don’t understand, never stop demanding
I’m greeted everywhere, yet my needs go unanswered
Keep on searching frantically, an un-partnered ball room dancer