If I Was a Fool
If I was a fool
I'd love as many times as I wanted
If I was a millionaire
I'd beg to be a poor man wishing for more
because I believe my dreams should stay in my sleep
I'd rather be a struggling actor so far off Broadway
I'm staring Hollywood in the face
than replace Brad Pitt
or have my name in lights
because I believe the second I come up short
on the possession of problems
achieve my truest dreams
is the second before I become no more
So please don't clap for me
instead let silence ease itself in
like a teenager out a little too late
a cat slipping between a crack in a door
placing doubt for me to see in the mirror tomorrow morning
so I can work to overcome it
If I was a fool
I'd call this love
If I purchased a four pack of Red bull
with the intent of staying up all night
I would watch the sunrise just to know
you're waking up soon somewhere
and sometime before noon
there's a chance
I might get to see your cheeks rise
into a smile
that will guile it's way into my mind
and rob me blind
normal thought processes shop-lifted
from my skull
and all I can say is
How kind of you
If I was a thief
I'd steal time over anything
pick the pocket of the pocket watch
that belongs to the grandfather clock
locked away in the back of our hearts
If I was a stalker
I'd shape words into a shadow
because the physical only gets me to your window
but a fake silhouette would get me under your skin
words would splinter cell their way in through your ears
and I could be closer than ever to you
creepy
I know
If I was a fool
I'd take this too far
If I don't spend every second
doing something
if I wasted a second
doing nothing
then I might as well
cease breath
resign from earth
because a second of life
is equal
to an eternity without
If I wasn't a poet
I'd know better
than to call this
what she said once to me
the result of a decision
made on a near subconscious level
based off evil suggestions
bred from my darkest thoughts
my tallest despairs
and a slip up of not caring for five minutes
that turned my life diagonally into an alley
on the wrong side of town
hoping to not find myself in a gutter
but instead to hit a strike
in this baseball game kind of the same
as Sunday school
redundant to everything beyond it
but it's what my life is now
and I can't avoid it
If I wasn't a fool
I wouldn't feel this way about anyone ever again
but I do
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