Trading bodies just to be somebody
Feeling up and down like a nobody
In the end I’m just me
Nothing if not un-free
Dancing through the smog of the pretty city
Laughing all the while feeling pretty shitty
Can you read between the lines of my sad story
Or did your eyes glaze over finding me boring
What’s it all about in the end
Finding someone to call a friend
Or true love with hands locked tight
Trying your best not to end in a fight
I’ve got no answers to life’s smallest questions
I’m always open to the very worst of suggestions
We’re all arm chair philosophers after all
So give me your ideas either big or small
I’ll mull it over as I lay wasting away on my death bed
Hoping my good outweighs what I shouldn’t have said
-CL Fuqua
Really enjoyed this one! This line stood out the most for me: “Feeling up and down like a nobody” but enjoyed the rhyme throughout!
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