I used to rule the world...
I used to be the one who risk his teenage life
every night-
with a roll of the metaphorical dice-
I could save one-
or lose mines.../
For some reason I can't explain-
now I'm the used to be-
affectionately named by the ones who used me/
And now......people look at me and are afraid-
as this is a different day..
And I might be the same to some...
Who am I.
Who am I to the American public of the technologic fraction-
Am I an object?
Am I an object of her sexual satisfaction and gratification-
Or maybe...
Maybe I'm the key to the door he needs and is using to
make it in the dark vortex of the the music industry...
Their roots infect into me and affect outside of me-
die in me-
re-rise in me./
Here I am-I am a future journalist-is this my stepping stone?
Look, I'm no psychic, and if i can't look into your future, what make you think I can look into my own? But hey, all I can do is guess right?
