I'm Sick of It.
Feeling the same day after day,
For humans it isn't healthy to feel this way.
Seeing faces, going places,
Bores me and it won't go away.
I see the other me up on a screen,
This one wants to be them.
Otis, Johnny, Jack, and Zim.
I want to live them, not just dream.
Neo, get me out.
Otis, kill me silently
Jack, teach me terror,
Shinji, plug me in.
Take me away from this ignorant world,
Bring me somewhere better.
I want to battle the angels,
In an entry plug made by WETA.
The lowliest archer, the highest knight.
Give me ANYTHING, just answer my plight.
Give me more than Bogans and Jocks.
Give me wings that can sprout from my socks.
Inferiority is not for me,
A Chaos lord that rules a galaxy.
A thousand mighty warships at his very command,
Each and every one of them, making a mighty stand.
As my imagination settles to its sleep,
Its brings be down to earth.
And I can dream it all again,
From its very birth.
S .Hickman