Dreams
Wanted to be someone
Like them probably
Trying hard maybe to fit in
Thought I was different
From them
Kept quiet for a minute there
Opened my mouth
But it couldn't bring me a nickel
Just a foul smell
And nothing sweet
I ain't different
I enjoy the game just like they do
Feeling a little less
Wanting a little more
Don't know what I am doing
A self taught man
I knew it all
Drank the wine from my well
Like he said
It was sweet I can attest
Drank from myself
Yes I wanted to be better
For everyone around me
But I was all alone
They don't want better
They want it all
All of your flesh
The eyes,all of your senses
Even the nails
No one can be satisfied
At least not by me
I'll always be mean.....,,......
They want more.
Kijela...
