I can't fully believe in the you within the mirror. Always, I'm somehow unprepared for everything.
Assembling with both hands the toy that I can't stop holding on to. "What is that?" you say. How boring.
I'll become a museum manager and pass over time. I want to know someday; I still don't understand my own true self.
Extending my flightless wings, I threatened the air while burning with an energy that seemed beyond control.
I'll become light in the newest rocket, sliding through darkness. I want to ask somebody; I still don't understand my own true self.
I'll become a museum manager and pass over time. I want to know someday; I still don't understand my own true self. Do I have any worth? I want to know for sure.