Howling Towards Infamy
Gabriel Duncan

Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it to try
Or if I made the right choice
Wading out
In to the high tide

But then again I wonder why it had to die
The spark the flame
The will to coincide

See, I was just like you
Fresh faced and prepared to do
Whatever it was to reach grand cru

I sat in my cask,
Waiting for the day I’d see the light
Letting myself mature
And getting ready for the flight

I would have stepped on the poorest
Sat with the richest
And fed the extortionists
To reach a modest fortune

But I found that my ground
Reaches farther
And rings the truest
Of any bourgeois sound

It’s not the width around
But the depth of the red
I had two paths
I picked faintest tread

So I may end up famous
Or I may end up dead
I may make it to Vegas
Italy, or a humble b&b instead

But I’ll remember my days inside
And the money I paid
To push it aside
And go my own way