It's getting hard out here for a writer.
It would be easier if I were a fighter,
but I'm not, and I can't make it lighter.
I hope someday we can be much brighter.
It's getting hard to keep any kind of vow,
there's no exit for this situation I'm pow.
I dare to misquote Salinger to say somehow
what I can't say in a straight way by now.
I know the kids are running through the rye
of the crazy cliff they should fall to fly,
but it's hard for me to tell them to jump by.
While they're far from the edge of the problem,
I don't need to cause the fall or push them.
I just let it be, it's all I can do, hold'em.