All my life; a prisoner;
Trapped by all your iron bars.
You want that odd scrivener,
Who never looks to the stars.
All my life; never enough;
Always sitting just below.
No perfect diamond; too rough;
Well now you will watch me glow!
Have I been standing to tall?
Is that why I feel weak-kneed?
No! My knees don't bend at all;
Trying to makes my wrists bleed.
Did I bite off more than I,
Weak, could ever hope to chew?
No; you told me not to try-
'Cause it's something you can't do.
And that is why I choke now-
'Cause you told me not to feast!
But I'll show you how to plow
To the very top, at least!
What's beyond the top, you ask?
Whatever I choose to see!
And I will complete each task,
That is important to me.
So watch me go back to basics;
Watch as I rip apart the sky
You called the limit; that matrix!
I'm more a red pill type of guy.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
All my life; a prisoner;
Trapped by all your iron bars.
You want that odd scrivener,
Who never looks to the stars.
All my life; never enough;
Always sitting just below.
No perfect diamond; too rough;
Well now you will watch me glow!
Have I been standing to tall?
Is that why I feel weak-kneed?
No! My knees don't bend at all;
Trying to makes my wrists bleed.
Did I bite off more than I,
Weak, could ever hope to chew?
No; you told me not to try-
'Cause it's something you can't do.
And that is why I choke now-
'Cause you told me not to feast!
But I'll show you how to plow
To the very top, at least!
What's beyond the top, you ask?
Whatever I choose to see!
And I will complete each task,
That is important to me.
So watch me go back to basics;
Watch as I rip apart the sky
You called the limit; that matrix!
I'm more a red pill type of guy.
Me being maniacal again. I AM capable. I AM smart. I CAN do whatever I put my mind to.
And so can you >:3
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