Parallel To Myself
Monument in the Making
By Invader Mel
SUMMARY: Maybe…Dib finds something else to busy himself with other than Zim's business? Dib searches for a real purpose in life other than what he thought it was.
NOTE: This sounds good as a song done like some of Yes's stuff. I dunno.
1 Chapter One: Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Me
I look in the mirror,
And feel the image,
With a touch of the hand,
A flick of the wrist,
I feel a presence here.
I clench my fists,
And prepare myself,
For what I'm sure will come,
I open my eyes,
And realize,
I am all alone.
Carefully,
I play upon my lips,
The words I think I'll hear,
Someday,
Someday alone.
Nothing else,
Is on my mind,
Than what I know is right,
And how I should,
Guide them,
Toward my path.
My hand brushes,
Against the mirror,
Reflections seem to waver,
As they do,
In my true nature.
And life takes a turn,
Reveals to me,
The realizations,
That have,
So long eluded me.
Nothing's right,
Everything's wrong,
I'm lost in a swamp,
Of forbidden knowledge.
I cross into,
The other side,
Nothing's the same,
It's all in my mind,
That's what they say.
I know better,
Oh, how I know,
They won't listen,
To the echoes in my head,
A cacophony of noise,
The ultimate satisfaction.
Hiding away will do no good,
Life is there to be fulfilled,
Get up, on your feet,
I know, there's better things to be doing,
Than giving advice.
But that's what I'm here for,
To help other people,
Caught in the same slump,
As I am stuck,
In this reality.
I know what I've to do,
I hear it every day,
I know of something that I must do.
Note: Next couple chapters will not be in poem form unless I decide otherwise. Thank you, that will be all.
Monument in the Making
By Invader Mel
SUMMARY: Maybe…Dib finds something else to busy himself with other than Zim's business? Dib searches for a real purpose in life other than what he thought it was.
NOTE: This sounds good as a song done like some of Yes's stuff. I dunno.
1 Chapter One: Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Me
I look in the mirror,
And feel the image,
With a touch of the hand,
A flick of the wrist,
I feel a presence here.
I clench my fists,
And prepare myself,
For what I'm sure will come,
I open my eyes,
And realize,
I am all alone.
Carefully,
I play upon my lips,
The words I think I'll hear,
Someday,
Someday alone.
Nothing else,
Is on my mind,
Than what I know is right,
And how I should,
Guide them,
Toward my path.
My hand brushes,
Against the mirror,
Reflections seem to waver,
As they do,
In my true nature.
And life takes a turn,
Reveals to me,
The realizations,
That have,
So long eluded me.
Nothing's right,
Everything's wrong,
I'm lost in a swamp,
Of forbidden knowledge.
I cross into,
The other side,
Nothing's the same,
It's all in my mind,
That's what they say.
I know better,
Oh, how I know,
They won't listen,
To the echoes in my head,
A cacophony of noise,
The ultimate satisfaction.
Hiding away will do no good,
Life is there to be fulfilled,
Get up, on your feet,
I know, there's better things to be doing,
Than giving advice.
But that's what I'm here for,
To help other people,
Caught in the same slump,
As I am stuck,
In this reality.
I know what I've to do,
I hear it every day,
I know of something that I must do.
Note: Next couple chapters will not be in poem form unless I decide otherwise. Thank you, that will be all.
