plain facts no more

you want to name the morning and you fail
so many stars forgotten with the mist
it was so hard to turn and then to twist
with not a bit of heart left in the tale
your mind and body seem to be for sale
and you know well you will not soon be missed
there's little to be gained if you insist
you might as well hang your coat on the nail
a glimpse of light tells nothing of the day
some signs of heat and then the storm must fall
just do your duty until you retire
enjoy the sights and then collect your pay
while others take the princess to the ball
be grateful that you did not get much higher