Wisdom Of Lies Poem by Michael Secrets

what I say shall be wise,
but that could just be a lie.
perhaps we should all in life
should strive to do great
never aim low
set our goals higher than the sky
never tolerate anything beneath
perhaps i should go to bed
for iv become weary of this world
bored of the same
ordinary, bland
you might think i sound childish, spoiled, clueless even
when i say i would rather have it all or nothing
for it seems more interesting
perhaps i was born in the wrong time
too in the middle for me
i just don't know
good night