My goal of six is quite sublime, E’en if I have to rhyme with ‘slime’.
Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.
Those should have been mine to cry
We heroes need some “me” time, too; I have a life past saving you.
I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.
With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.
Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.
The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.
I now own my road
And revel in its
And that will make all the difference.
And since you don’t get it,
You shouldn’t get This.
Now I can go about my day with relative peace of mind. Everything is relative.
At first, the whispers are few and quiet.
I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.
Freedom is strange… New.
Run, walk, crawl, and ALWAYS be open to go someplace you didn’t plan. You might have been given a faulty map at the start.
Doesn’t matter – I’m the writer; I can do whatever’s fun.
Of course I want to be the best; I’m programmed to achieve
All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.