What Will Be My Opus Magnum?

What will be my opus magnum? What will turn the key for me Am I too frigid to believe I've been chosen? Am I too frightened to be sacrificed? And hear encouraging words. Before they wheel out the hearse Am I too devoid of any real direction? Am I too selfish to be disadvantaged? Would I rather walk barefoot? And slither like a snake from the edges Of your flaming grass dress Am I bereft of any true destination? Am I an angel or a devil? Am I a man of two minds? Or a thousand insignificant fools What will be my opus magnum? Are there any hard and fast rules? I guess I'll keep on singing these blues. And before I'm considered a failure Or an overachiever I'll sing about some wild woman singing Who leaves my ears ringing every night? I'll sing about some wild woman in the clover. And me running for cover, losing my mind again. Oh, what will be my opus magnum? What can I sing fine and not turn to dust? What will be my opus magnum? Did I forget to floss and kiss a sea breeze? And slight an echo that spoke of a long ago When darling, we used to meet. 'Three Sheets to the Wind' Dancing like an uninhibited kite. Moored by a moonlit hand pulling a twine Where I lose my mind, taking me into the shadows Telling me by first light tomorrow when the cock crows Darling, don't make me blush; just let me run away carefree. Run away with your opus magnum song.