Untitled Poem #2
My thoughts were like feathers;
they flew higher and higher.
But I had to stay grounded
and ended as a fighter.
My life was almost complete
but I had to compete
with some other toads
who won't stop giving me loads.
Loads and loads of work were given
and all the rules are pretty strikin'.
But I had no choice but to follow
all the way to my heavenly hollow.
I'm confused
and bewildered
and no time
to be reconsidered.
I had no time at all
to make up my call.
It was blown away by the wind
and here I am pinned.
I'm sorry for most of the things.
I've used up all my wings.
Now, I hand it to you
and don't make your life so blue.