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Foolish |
I am not a wise man,
Nor am I foolish enough to say
I am not a fool.
I delight in the butterflies
In the pit of my belly
Before the leap of faith
Not knowing I can fly
For the universe is mine
When I hit bottom
Or whatever I think
is bottom
I arise reformed.
I am the bionic man,
I am reborn.
I am stronger, better, more productive.
Yet I would be remiss
if I did not feel that
I finally understand
The “tragic” plight of me.
I AM my own beloved.
Or… well… I should be.
What type of man
would not will to be his
very own personal savior?
The ones afraid of responsibility,
I tell myself.
As I encounter yet
another cliff…
copyright 2008
Mephistopheles |
