Nothing Left Of What I Thought I'd Be Poem by Mark Nichols

I hear there's a witch
Who lives over the hill
She gets by, I hear
Hinx minx and will nill

She makes her crazy potions
Out of mushrooms and devotions
And I'm thinkin' now's the time
I should get a broom and climb up on it.

'Cause all my life I thought
I was someone that I'm not
And now there's nothing left
Of what I thought I'd be

I hear there's a farmer
Who lives high up on the land
Every creature dies on him
So he puts them in the ground
And has a worm farm

So I'm thinkin' I should go
Maybe grab myself a hoe
'Cause all my life I thought
I was someone that I'm not
And now there's nothing left
Of what I thought I'd be

I hear there's a tunnel
Heading straight through the hill
It leads me to a place
That's entirely still

No more ambition
No more control
Maybe I'm crazy
II might be falling for the rabbit hole
Of crazy notions
Of mystical emotions
I don't care!

So I'm thinking I should leave
Grab my napsack and believe
'Cause all my life I thought
I was someone that I'm not

And now there's nothing left
Of what I thought I'd be