I Can FlyMature

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I'm not that ordinary

My ideas walk a line

Sometimes considered extraordinary

I just think they're mine

 

I dream of being older

Younger; all at the same time

One day I'll dive off a rooftop

Sometimes I think I can fly

Yet somehow when I awaken

I almost always find

My nose stuck in the dirt

Head broken open

Like a watermelon rind

 

I leave my life behind me

A trail of broken glass

Each and every shard

Bears a single crack

 

I'm not that ordinary

In fact, I'm rather odd

If ever you cross paths with me

Please be careful where you trod

 

For I leave my life behind me

A trail of broken glass

Each and every shard

Bears a web of cracks

Crack

Crack

Crack

 

And I fall apart

Diving from the rooftop

A watermelon splitting open

Spilling blood upon the ground

 

A thousand scattered shards

Raining from the sky

Blood splatters on your shoes

 

Sometimes

I think

I can fly

.

.

.

 

The End

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