I could stand in front of a pyramid
But I didn't carve the stones
Or die to live inside

I could ask the sun
To make my skin change
But does my mind remain white?

I could hold a book with strange pictures
Or just put it on my shelf
Would it make you think I’m smart?

I could write about things I know
And things I don’t
But I'm still a dilettante

I could stand in your shadow
You will never know who I am
Until I choose to walk away

I could fall for a pretty face
In fact I always do
Until my darkness reminds me of you