suppose you're really that different...
you're something better than the rest.
you've got it all figured out...
you're never second best.
you're my idol, you...
you, whoever you may be.
you're who I've been searching for...
the locked door to my key.
I'm not a part of your perfection...
I'm not apart of that system.
I'm trapped in this Petri Dish...
striving to cultivate wisdom.
I stand outside, inside.
wouldn't run
and couldn't hide.
I stand inside the outside...
not content being denied.
how is it there?
do you ever second guess?
are you ego-full?
or are you ego-less?
I want to understand.
I'm curious to know...
what it's like to always be right.
what's it like on your plateau?
so high and low.
you're sky-high, below.
you're what I'd like to be.
you're something.
not a key
to some lost door
something you ignore
age, in a pet store
novelty, faded and sore
something's going to war
war, behind the locked door
i think the last verse would be much better if it is written as: 'war, war, war behind a locked door' please, don't take this comment negatively... even i still am not perfect because it proves only that you and i are human beings... but really, the poem is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad you liked it, thank you.