A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Who am I

Who am I?

Just another guy?

Another average Joe?

Doomed to live a life so low,

Because I stopped believing in me?

My dreams are so many and the go so high,

I could only reach them if I knew how to fly in the sky.

I fell as though everyday I just about to reach the climax.

And then I'll start to lose it all because then I'll relax.

And then I'll fall back into my old, sad ways,

And I'll continue like that for many days.

And the bar I set will just get lower.

Feeling chopped up like grass in a lawn mower,

I hope I'll revive and then I'll rise yet again.

I'll believe in myself and recognize that I have a friend.

Never to fall back down again I'll rise to even higher heights than before forever more.