There must be something.
Something more to this.
More to me.
But what if there's not?
What if all I am is all I have to give?
Is there anyone who'll take what I give?
Or will I just give up?
Will I be ok?
Will I die?
Will I have a job?
Or will I be what I am now.
Nothing.
Nothing more than a little song bird.
A bird that no one will hear.
A bird with broken wings that cant fly.
Who's going to take me to the top of the world?
Wild horses may not even get me there.
Everything happens too fast.
To fast to keep up.
I'm short. I have short legs.
I cant keep up with the turn of the world.
I'm going to get sucked in.
Into the dark abyss of the world.
Who will toss me a flashlight?
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