20 November 2012
I like to think I know it all, I like to think I'm ace, (Okay, I'm pretty awesome,) But there's still some empty space.
I don't know where I'm going, And I'm not in with the flow, But I think I'm me, at least I hope, I'll fit in where I go.
I just want to be outrageous, But in the most subtle way, And I want to let my colours fly, Without the need to say.
I know that this was a waste of time, But I'm not really sure, If I'll end up doing naught but rhyme, I don't think I want more.
Work In Progress • Opuss № I