Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Beware of the lead singer with the radioactive anger
Wearing dreads and leather pants two sizes too small
With the persuasive sway of a Slash like guitar player
Laying down enough hard-hitting attitude laced chords
To bring down Fenway Park three times over
Lyrics that could entice a good Catholic girl to go bad
Transforming into a White Snake video vixen
Climbing on top of limos with seductive ease
A front man that everyone wants to be with or become
An elusive subject that cannot be obtained or contained
An ego that knew no bounds or had no boundaries to speak of
Tried to grab onto the brass ring of solo stardom with baby oiled hands
So close to individualized success, but too far from achieving it
Journey that seems to have no end in sight
Just when one dream made into a slippery reality
Bottom drops out from the box of success
Revealing a larger thornier ladder to climb
Have been climbing for days before exhaustion kicked in
Unable to see what's in front or behind them
Eyelids heavier than those hurricane sandbags
Searching for the lost art of self and song discovery
Trying to be more in control of the uncontrollable
Taking charge in song writing and the business end of things
Owning the fact that success meant nothing without your friends
The boys in the band who helped balance the suppressed rage
Desire to consume everything legal and otherwise
Stepped close to the razor's edge of Occam's purview
Making the simple overtly complicated
Letting the madness take over for too long
Taking a step background to see the bigger picture
Realizing that a well-deserved break was in order
A cruise around the Orient to get some perspective
A needed release before finally going over the edge of the cliff
Vacation better than the alternative
Better to make it to the end quietly than tragically.
Ready. Set. Excess.
