Empty, Dreaming Crow Poem by Andrus Cassian

These giant obtuse walls
these calculated architecture of impossible, impeccable accomplishment
How can I survive, they are bigger than me
shrouding me in a sense of what being Jack is
staring at a tall, magic beanstalk wanting to climb
wanting to break the cycle of a boring routine
wanting to explore new and glorious heights to achieve
what people call his minuscule dreams
though I think in both our senses that our dreams extend
beyond a quaint little village, a quaint little town
Out the door, I want to explore the path I could follow
My heart is calling me, calling for poetry
this what I live for
this is what I chose for the purpose of my endeavors
but the trouble with my endeavors
the more I try to succeed, the more success tries to bury me
I'm taking all the right steps
yet I'm the clouds' overcast, a mirror's haze
a gentle daze on a rainy day
While I believe a spot should've opened for me
to gain my written immortality
to have my name across bright lights, big cities
saying this is a kid from a small town
who finally achieved his dreams
I'm so tried of packing my bags
being pushed away when things go awry
Still, there's one more stop, one more destination for a lone wolf
a place to visit, a side dream for this life it seems
so will gravity help me survive out here
Counting Crows, Round Here
please play that song again, be my leg to stand on
a subtle motivator to keep me going
'cause it's easier to quit, my feet hurt a bit
I still feel like...a candle without a fire lit
for I struggle to stay afloat on my little boat
among these unfamiliar faces and machines
I don't know which ones have wires
whether everything is an illusion
or if I'm the one with the malfunction
Are my convoluted wires crossed into a knot I can't unravel
cascading in my own little world like flower petals and dirty leaves
Here, the wildlife attack the life of me
bearing tiny fangs and wings of every kind; why me?
Easy answer: I chose this for this to be an end to a means
I have someone I need to see, something I need to be
I hear those sirens of an ambulance calling for me, an EMT
the siren song of ambulance anxiety
to save a life, to give them breath for at least the next day
make them immortal for a minute while I seek immortality myself
I want to stay alive forever
I may outlive everyone I meet
but no matter with company, life is still lonely
I don't want to stop being me
so allow me to save who I can, try to be a man
stay with those who see me, cherish every moment
please don't let me fall neck first into obscurity