My Personal Town
I’m a scared child in a tattered gown
hoping that some day I will get it right.
I build things up, just to tear them down
One of these days I’ll erase my frown
and finally give vision to my sight.
That’s the story of my personal town.
One of these days I’ll become a noun
full of predicates marching left and right.
I’ll build things up, but won’t tear them down.
One of these days I’ll regain my crown
and show them all what it means to fight.
Things get gory in my personal town.
In the real of the world, I always drown
as the sails of my ship are lowered at night.
I no longer build, I just tear down.
That’s the worry of my personal town.