I sometimes feel like I
Have taken too big a slice of pie
Like I
Am too small to fulfill my obligations
I
Have bitten off much more than I can chew
I’ll say to you
It frightens me sometimes
In those times beyond the hour of sleep
I sleepless weep
And creep without the lights on
So as not to wake the neighbors
Or the cats in the backyard
Startled by the stirring
So early in the morning
So as not to really be morning
Yet mourning still
Too small to fulfill my obligations
My cobblers making boots to big for me to fill
I fear it still
And try not to think about things too much
At such a time as this
As peace shall surely escape me
How many lives will fit in one
How big a cast can a one man show perform as
Perhaps it was better to pick one thing and stick with it
One small thing
That just one man can do
Just the right size to fulfill his obligations
But the die is cast
The pie from crust is taken
And I’m left shaking at the magnitude
And scared they’ve got the wrong man for the job
It scares me
The fear stares at me and I stare back
Who has my back in this battle of wills
When he has all the ills of Hell
And self-deception
Delusions of Grandeur in the DSM
No no, it can’t be that
I can’t do that
Those boots are huge
And who am I
But a man, I cry
Too small to fulfill my obligations
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
I sometimes feel like I
Have taken too big a slice of pie
Like I
Am too small to fulfill my obligations
I
Have bitten off much more than I can chew
I’ll say to you
It frightens me sometimes
In those times beyond the hour of sleep
I sleepless weep
And creep without the lights on
So as not to wake the neighbors
Or the cats in the backyard
Startled by the stirring
So early in the morning
So as not to really be morning
Yet mourning still
Too small to fulfill my obligations
My cobblers making boots to big for me to fill
I fear it still
And try not to think about things too much
At such a time as this
As peace shall surely escape me
How many lives will fit in one
How big a cast can a one man show perform as
Perhaps it was better to pick one thing and stick with it
One small thing
That just one man can do
Just the right size to fulfill his obligations
But the die is cast
The pie from crust is taken
And I’m left shaking at the magnitude
And scared they’ve got the wrong man for the job
It scares me
The fear stares at me and I stare back
Who has my back in this battle of wills
When he has all the ills of Hell
And self-deception
Delusions of Grandeur in the DSM
No no, it can’t be that
I can’t do that
Those boots are huge
And who am I
But a man, I cry
Too small to fulfill my obligations
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