Those Who Lay

I want to be a super-hero,
I want to be strong,
I want to be no longer a zero,
I want to live accordingly.

I wish I were a star,
running far, far from you,
Not doing what you wish me to,
I can make my wish come true,
What can you do.

I live, I love, I hate,
And I like nothing I make,
And nothing I make likes me,
But what's new.

So I tell you all of this,
Hoping there is nothing to miss,
But as I clench my fist,
I think of my wish.

I think of my ways,
And all that now lays,
silent, motionless, and numb,
And all the way I have come.

Through the thick and through the thin,
And fighting all the struggles within,
Fighting my war with someone's sin,
Trying the listen to him.

My life becomes a blur of time,
And none of it is mine,
It has been given to someone else,
someone not myself,

So I think to myself,
become of me what may,
And I now go to be with those who lay.

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