I Wish to Be Reborn (STOP!)

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Laid out on the green grass, I gaze up at the sky

Always here, waiting, watching them pass me by

Always in such a hurry, those bunch of busy bees

They catch the wind, while I flutter in the breeze

(Stop, please

You'll wish that time was yours to freeze)


What do they see, when they look down at me?

Some frown, some snicker, some smile bitter

While they glitter, so bright it makes me flicker

While they twitter, so loud it makes me flitter

(Stop, don't be so proud

You'll miss the way they titter)


Oh, they think I'm a quitter...

Well, I'll show them!

Won't stay here and wither, I'll cut my own stem

No more roots! I'll slither down the hill, my friend

Shed these attributes which they condemn

(Stop, what then?

You'll never find them again)


But words are cheap, easier said than done,

Truth is, I'm slow and weak, fragile and dumb

I try, but trying is failing, and failing ins't fun

I cry, 'cause I've realised I'd rather be anyone

But me

(Stop, just let yourself be or

You'll reach the point of no return)


I yearn to be reborn, so

This body I have to burn

To ashes — no time to mourn!

Light the matches, it's my turn

To shine!

It's fine, no need for concern

It's fine, see, I'm not torn

I AM still ME

But better, faster, smarter and harder

No one can measure!

( . . . )


Wait...

This weight suddenly sits so heavy

This gait of mine is no longer steady

This taste on my mouth, no longer heady

Can't sate this need, so ready to

M U T I L A T E

A N N I H I L A T E

This body, so fake

Not embraced, but merely misplaced

Faced with hate, 'cause

They can't relate

Thrown out the gate

Like waste

                        No!

Is this my fate?

Is it really too late?

To go back on track, but there's no path

But forward and

D O W N

And

Lower and

                    lower and

                                      lower and

                                                        lower and

                                                                           lower


S T O P !



( . . . No . . .

No, it's too late, you've lost your core

Buckled and cracked under the pressure

Thought yourself so clever, but you're a fool

You left the comfort of your own nice shade

So now you must brave this endless storm

Or face the terror of the darkest pit and

Gaze into

M E

Forever )

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