If I Was a Fool

If I was a fool I'd love as many times as I wanted If I was a millionaire I'd beg to be a poor man wishing for more because I believe my dreams should stay in my sleep I'd rather be a struggling actor so far off Broadway I'm staring Hollywood in the face than replace Brad Pitt or have my name in lights because I believe the second I come up short on the possession of problems achieve my truest dreams is the second before I become no more So please don't clap for me instead let silence ease itself in like a teenager out a little too late a cat slipping between a crack in a door placing doubt for me to see in the mirror tomorrow morning so I can work to overcome it If I was a fool I'd call this love If I purchased a four pack of Red bull with the intent of staying up all night I would watch the sunrise just to know you're waking up soon somewhere and sometime before noon there's a chance I might get to see your cheeks rise into a smile that will guile it's way into my mind and rob me blind normal thought processes shop-lifted from my skull and all I can say is How kind of you If I was a thief I'd steal time over anything pick the pocket of the pocket watch that belongs to the grandfather clock locked away in the back of our hearts If I was a stalker I'd shape words into a shadow because the physical only gets me to your window but a fake silhouette would get me under your skin words would splinter cell their way in through your ears and I could be closer than ever to you creepy I know If I was a fool I'd take this too far If I don't spend every second doing something if I wasted a second doing nothing then I might as well cease breath resign from earth because a second of life is equal to an eternity without If I wasn't a poet I'd know better than to call this what she said once to me the result of a decision made on a near subconscious level based off evil suggestions bred from my darkest thoughts my tallest despairs and a slip up of not caring for five minutes that turned my life diagonally into an alley on the wrong side of town hoping to not find myself in a gutter but instead to hit a strike in this baseball game kind of the same as Sunday school redundant to everything beyond it but it's what my life is now and I can't avoid it If I wasn't a fool I wouldn't feel this way about anyone ever again but I do