Kai Straw Six Feet
I'm not a czar
I'm not a saint
Nor am I homeless
I'm not afar
Nor close
Nor content
I can't dream
Or fall in love
I can't hope
For the best
As a small addition to the soil
I didn't get
The flowers
Or the gifts
I didn't hear
Your cried
Sentiments
But if one
Thing is said
With no help
From a breath
It wouldn't say
But it's state would confess..
I'm just another damn coffin
In another damn hole in the ground
I was young
I was brave
I was someone
I could love
I could feel
And express
But how could I have known
That what I felt was a loan
Borrowed then returned
At it's
End
I would've been crass
Estranged
Or a nomad
I would've fought
For no one
But myself
And some may insist
To call me selfish
But in the end, all of us
Are the same
Just another damn coffin
In another damn hole in the ground