Walking outside
watching my shadow
figuring how amazing it is
well I'm thinking
they were right
everybody who told me
I was good and nice
they were right
they've always been
Coming home
I look into the mirror
wondering how good and nice I am
but figuring I am not
I am just a shadow
of what I've been....
Giving' the impossible life
making fiction real
lighting' up some fire
upon the biggest deal
that's my work
it's what I'm supposed to do.
Questions keep calling me
while I want to be free
all those questions for me
it makes me wonder why
'cause overall question is
how to make a pig fly?
tiyler durden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-shit-poem/
