When it's late and I'm a little tired, sometimes I open my computer and write down what comes to mind. I hope you enjoy the ramblings of an overly stimulated, under-caffeinated brain.
Tell me what I am.
Tell me who I'm supposed to be.
Tell me why I can't fly
And tell me how I got so lucky.
I was made to be a weapon
But I think I'm supposed to be a hero.
I cannot fly because I do not know how.
And yet somehow I got her.
She showed me how to love
And she taught me how forgive
And how to ask for help.
Maybe someday we will fly together.
-C.K.