All Too Impossible
By Spectra16
A/N: It's a poem for Ethan Hunt of the IMF! You know, Mission: Impossible? Oh well. . . blah.
Another twist and turn to form my future. Just another day in the life of me. All these men thought they were real live spies that couldn't been seen. Where has the innocence of my childhood gone? The toys that I played with on my front lawn? I've grown of course, but why couldn't I know that being undercover could've gone so wrong? This world of mine is a tiny marble. Along with every other marble I must encounter, lives will be saved, Another day made, More friendships betrayed, simple tasks that seem difficult.
Almost impossible.
Even though our job is not to protect I end up doing just that all day. All I do is a file check. But one day in May, I jumped for the ledge too soon to say, and ended up crashing and burning anyway. They blame me for mistakes that could've been prevented. If not for them sucking me in, we had a chance to win. Give them a reason to betray you. Sabotage is what I do. Watch them from your front room. See them make the mistakes too soon. Frame you to find who framed them.
Seem impossible? No.
They can and they will. Use you so they can find the bad guys. Where is it; The chill? Why won't it go up and down your spine? Because it happens almost all the time. Repel down the building only to find the bomb is counting down from nine.
8. . .
7. . .
Hurry now, before you're in heaven. Save the world before bed time. Lights go out, they know you're here. Think quick, Do you have fear?
6. . .
5. . .
Before you're burned alive. See what you've done? Now there's no more fun. No more toys on your front lawn. No more friends to be there when others are gone. No more nice days talking to Candice. No more life to say the least.
4. . .
3. . .
Those spies you can't see, Watching you repel down the building of 'he'. Watch you intently from the Bentley. Spy one o'clock, Phelps can mock, how can you save us? All those people will fuss, if it's you. If it's you. If it's you.
2. . .
1. . .
The blue or the red? The yellow's not in the question, Nor are the Feds. Pull a wire or else, They will come back. Watch you intently. Save the world. Save the world. The man in the Bentley, the clerk in the store, the woman selling dolls, the veteran from war, a guy selling newspapers, and what is it for? Save the world. It's almost impossible.
0. . .
Take a deep breath. Your children and family and friends, everyone. No one will see you ever again. Close your eyes, keep hold of that breath. Will it hurt? Will I die? Surely there's no chance. Pull none of the wires. So why are you still here? Can you reason your life was credible? Turns out the bomb's a dud. All too impossible.
By Spectra16
A/N: It's a poem for Ethan Hunt of the IMF! You know, Mission: Impossible? Oh well. . . blah.
Another twist and turn to form my future. Just another day in the life of me. All these men thought they were real live spies that couldn't been seen. Where has the innocence of my childhood gone? The toys that I played with on my front lawn? I've grown of course, but why couldn't I know that being undercover could've gone so wrong? This world of mine is a tiny marble. Along with every other marble I must encounter, lives will be saved, Another day made, More friendships betrayed, simple tasks that seem difficult.
Almost impossible.
Even though our job is not to protect I end up doing just that all day. All I do is a file check. But one day in May, I jumped for the ledge too soon to say, and ended up crashing and burning anyway. They blame me for mistakes that could've been prevented. If not for them sucking me in, we had a chance to win. Give them a reason to betray you. Sabotage is what I do. Watch them from your front room. See them make the mistakes too soon. Frame you to find who framed them.
Seem impossible? No.
They can and they will. Use you so they can find the bad guys. Where is it; The chill? Why won't it go up and down your spine? Because it happens almost all the time. Repel down the building only to find the bomb is counting down from nine.
8. . .
7. . .
Hurry now, before you're in heaven. Save the world before bed time. Lights go out, they know you're here. Think quick, Do you have fear?
6. . .
5. . .
Before you're burned alive. See what you've done? Now there's no more fun. No more toys on your front lawn. No more friends to be there when others are gone. No more nice days talking to Candice. No more life to say the least.
4. . .
3. . .
Those spies you can't see, Watching you repel down the building of 'he'. Watch you intently from the Bentley. Spy one o'clock, Phelps can mock, how can you save us? All those people will fuss, if it's you. If it's you. If it's you.
2. . .
1. . .
The blue or the red? The yellow's not in the question, Nor are the Feds. Pull a wire or else, They will come back. Watch you intently. Save the world. Save the world. The man in the Bentley, the clerk in the store, the woman selling dolls, the veteran from war, a guy selling newspapers, and what is it for? Save the world. It's almost impossible.
0. . .
Take a deep breath. Your children and family and friends, everyone. No one will see you ever again. Close your eyes, keep hold of that breath. Will it hurt? Will I die? Surely there's no chance. Pull none of the wires. So why are you still here? Can you reason your life was credible? Turns out the bomb's a dud. All too impossible.