A high flier I may seem
But down to earth I am seen
Between Scylla and Charybdis
I struggle to survive this
This agonizing pain I keep
So find me in a Crouchy deep
And found out
that a hard-boiled me
was just an image of
a chicken hearted bee
The sun will cry
In every step I try
To reach that mighty sky
But what? I always die
So I asked God why
I always fail in every try
to Finish a Herculean Task
a Task to survive life.
Oh, i am so Quixotic
Yeah I am so Dramatic
Pretending Everyday
was a red-letter-day
Gosh, I'm running out of Crocodile Tears
To this Swan Song that I badly share
So maybe Ill just have a forty-winks
So that tomorrow once again
Argus-eyed Ill watch
That elusive dream I want