just random thoughts, not very developed yet, but tell me what you think, c4c of course (and an interpretation riddle for julian)

I'm running 'round my burned down house
Picking the melted coins out of the one thing my life has become
will be as it was, as I
find glass in your face, as we
have stopped looking for a better world
and started to cry for a reason.

I guess I'd believe
in 1776
I'm feeling phtalo green against all rules
some day, I wish, I may, I might,
I will be the queen of the fools.