Just Like That . . . .

Just like that

I want to live,

I want to die,

I want to reach above the sky.

Above the earth,

I want to fly,

Though impossible, I want to try.

I want to jump,

I want to roll,

I want to seperate my body from my soul.

I want to crawl,

I want to run,

I want to shine brighter than sun.

I want to love,

I want to hate,

I want to win and defeat my fate.

I want to die,

and take rebirth,

as a illusion on a seperate earth.

I want pleasure,

I want pain,

I want to run madly in rain.

I want to smile,

I want to frown,

take my bike and hit the town.

I want to stare,

I want to blink,

I want to mind, nothing to think.

I want to scream,

I want to shout,

on a lonely road I want to roam about.

I want to take,

I want to give,

a cheerfull life I want to live.

I want to laugh,

I want to cry,

this poem will make your mind fry.

I had less,

but plenty of time,

So, just like that, I wrote this rhyme . . . .