Mar 2014
I've always asked myself:
Will I grow up to be a good person?
Or will my condition worsen?
Will I ever know?
What is it like to grow up though?
Now I tell myself:
Trapped in this body,
I feel so gaudy,
I wish to disembody,
I feel so *****.
I will ask myself:
Did I live enough time?
Was I ever in my prime?
Am I even worth a dime?
And so I rhyme...
Only time can tell who I become,
Yesterday,
Today,
Tomorrow and **Forever.
Will I grow up to be a good person?
Or will my condition worsen?
Will I ever know?
What is it like to grow up though?
Now I tell myself:
Trapped in this body,
I feel so gaudy,
I wish to disembody,
I feel so *****.
I will ask myself:
Did I live enough time?
Was I ever in my prime?
Am I even worth a dime?
And so I rhyme...
Only time can tell who I become,
Yesterday,
Today,
Tomorrow and **Forever.
