I wanted roots
so I invented them
from other people's stories
I wanted wings
so I made them
from paper scraps and string
I conjugated a million verbs
to tell my own life story
and I witnessed things that frighten you
especially when you dream
Now you want to be me
and it makes me laugh
I don't think you've saved enough
broken string
for that
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
I wanted roots
so I invented them
from other people's stories
I wanted wings
so I made them
from paper scraps and string
I conjugated a million verbs
to tell my own life story
and I witnessed things that frighten you
especially when you dream
Now you want to be me
and it makes me laugh
I don't think you've saved enough
broken string
for that
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