My Life Is a Whim
My life: I’m a stunt man
Climbing black buildings to fly.
And this brings life into my dreams,
Dreams of dancing with clouds in the sky.
And walking through the fire
Then flying through its smoke.
Or wrapping those fingers around my neck,
And squeezing my life to a choke.
Quite simply that is what it’s like,
As I walk through the day in my shoes.
To walk a life out on a whim,
Where every step is mine there to choose.
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