There’s a fork in this road
Right outside of my abode
And standing in the middle
Is a wise old looking toad

Can I choose a path?
Though I can’t even normally
Decide when to have a bath
In my current state
I’ve only got the strength
Of a newborn baby calf

I pick myself up
Converse with the toad
Trauma dump
Now that’s a load
It speaks back
Tells me that I’m whack
Then shows me what I lack
And asks me what I truly desire

I want power
Then let it be
I want strength
Well about that we’ll see
I want love
There that makes three
I want money
Sorry I only do three
Any more than that
And it’s no longer free
Consumes your soul
Transfers to me

Get a load of this toad
What’s wrong with wanting four?
This toad’s a bloody chore
It’s not like I wanted that much more
Oh well
Anyway

It rents me the power
So I no longer have to cower
I’ve always wanted to be strong
I’ll become the tarot tower

It shows me the path to love
Decorated with flowers and doves
One side there stands a statue of Venus
Whilst on the other stands a statue of Mars
I pick a full bouquet of flowers
Then place them into a priceless vase
I position it atop an arm of the Milky Way
Just hoping that one day my dream woman
May notice them amongst the stars