I thought I'd grow up and become a cloud ranger;
I wasn't ready to live a life aligned.
I couldn't become a fin grazer;
I've barely skimmed the surface of this life.
I was this synthetic stranger--
too unfamiliar with my own mind...
Life was pure when it was linear
And not some bird
-short-lived
-unbalanced
-unaware
-somewhere.
That tore off it's own wings to land itself right here.
When I couldn't see where I was going I--
believed songs. They could. --they might. tell. lies.
I didn't see where I was going I
I didn't think I could go that high
I didn't think I could fly
(What are they going to remember me by)
I didn't see what was coming I
I thought this song could save my eyes
I was wrong. Well,
Maybe I was right?
Because diamonds meant more to me than saving a life.
In the end, I didn't think I would become a butterfly;
I thought I'd become what the airplanes leave behind.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
I thought I'd grow up and become a cloud ranger;
I wasn't ready to live a life aligned.
I couldn't become a fin grazer;
I've barely skimmed the surface of this life.
I was this synthetic stranger--
too unfamiliar with my own mind...
Life was pure when it was linear
And not some bird
-short-lived
-unbalanced
-unaware
-somewhere.
That tore off it's own wings to land itself right here.
When I couldn't see where I was going I--
believed songs. They could. --they might. tell. lies.
I didn't see where I was going I
I didn't think I could go that high
I didn't think I could fly
(What are they going to remember me by)
I didn't see what was coming I
I thought this song could save my eyes
I was wrong. Well,
Maybe I was right?
Because diamonds meant more to me than saving a life.
In the end, I didn't think I would become a butterfly;
I thought I'd become what the airplanes leave behind.
I posted this on DA a while ago. It's one of my better poems.
A friend compared it to a bildungsroman but in poetic form. Haha!
