Times I want to jump and fly
Fly above the world and soar

Times I seem to breathe and sigh
Heavy chested like a snore

Times I want to fight and try
As I live through times of war

Times I seem to mock and lie
Throwing truths right out the door

Times I seem to burn and dry
And get refilled through open pore

Times I want to sit and cry
And crouch up small upon the floor

Times I seem to fizzle and fry
As some just want to eat some more

Times I want to cut and die
And let the blood slowly pour