I want to be bigger
A giant among men
Spin the world on my fingertips
All ten
And then
Breath the air from the lungs of a beautiful girl
Caress the curvature of the earth
As it spins and twirls
I wish
I wish
To do these things
To flicker like fire
To live like kings
Break open the minds
Of the strangers I see
Run wires from everyone else to me
To let us all know
That we are all connected
And if I wasn't convinced
I would simply have my wire inspected
A tangible thing
To prove that small is not real
We are one seething mass
Of thought and feel
I can affect you
As you can to me
Everything is as intertwined
As the roots of the tree
Isolation is illusion
Built by insecurity and doubt
If I feel small
It's because this illusion has clout
A speck of insignificance
I count myself amongst the dust bunnies of the universe
Hiding behind and under
Bigger and better things
Infinitely minuscule
To greatness
I cling
Hoping to tear off a piece for myself
To drape it 'round my frame
To create the illusion of grandeur
But this fantasy
Is more accurately
A delusion of grandeur
Maybe what I seek
Is inherently flawed
Greatness for greatness' sake
Is not a thing to be awed
Greatness is the product
Of the long and winding road
The cuts from the brambles
The bruises from the load
The asthma from the heartache
Lacerations from the hounds
This blood pulses like the tide
Growth measured
In leaps and bounds
Bigger and Better
Lies at the end of that road
But it is an impossible trek
True danger it does bode
I am small
And I cannot travel that far
Maybe we are all just meant to be what we are
Progress and growth
May not be in the cards for me
But then I tug on my wire
And I look out to see
Gods among men
Spinning worlds upon their fingertips
Eating stars like they're potato chips
Bouncing the cosmos around their hips
Like it was as easy as hula-hoop
Aghast in wonder
My doubt torn asunder
I trace that wire
From me to them
Through the long and winding road
It wanders in
I grip tightly
With strong and steady hands
Around my connection to greatness
Take one small step forward
And brace my soul
For the journey of a lifetime
Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead
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