Do you ever feel like a lightbulb?
Trapped in glass
No spark to pass
A full bottle of ink
The thing with feathers
A message
Or a letter
Do you ever feel small?
Feel you don't belong?
I don't know how many ideas
How many losses
Or how many wins
Will screw in my lightbulb
Listen
I know it doesn't sound optimistic
A piece of glass withering
I'm ready
I know it!
I can feel it
But I'm also afraid to blow it
Do you ever feel like that?
I feel destined for greatness
But sometimes it's hard to see from my basement
A three letter word
A poet who will leave ominous notes on their gravestone
A wanderer of the great unknown
Im the captain of these waters
I don't know where I'm going
There's really no way of knowing
But like a lighthouse I send my light across the waves
A gentle hand upon my face
These are truly the days
That define me
And I'm so tired
But I can feel it
The earth
It conspires
Steady I yell
Full sail to this new land
I have absolutely no plans
Call me Marco
Fore my adventure on this sea is ominous indeed
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The Implications of being a DramaQueen
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