Trading in my
used, old day dreams.
At the
dream crusher's junk yard.
I think.
I am just ready to start over.
& So the crawling caterpillar
crawled back into his cocoon.
To sit-sulk-suffer.
Until he grew, big enough to break the walls
risen before him.
And exit his self-perfecting prison.
One wing at a time.
Stab my back,
watch me bleed
lightening and scream "revenge".
I see myself as something.....
Greater than myself.
By the power invested in me,
I declare myself, god.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
Trading in my
used, old day dreams.
At the
dream crusher's junk yard.
I think.
I am just ready to start over.
& So the crawling caterpillar
crawled back into his cocoon.
To sit-sulk-suffer.
Until he grew, big enough to break the walls
risen before him.
And exit his self-perfecting prison.
One wing at a time.
Stab my back,
watch me bleed
lightening and scream "revenge".
I see myself as something.....
Greater than myself.
By the power invested in me,
I declare myself, god.
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