no tiger.

there's gotta be more than what i'm seeing here
i feel like i'm standing outside a museum
and my whole life is the main exhibition
my whole life is on display to anyone willing to pay $8 to see someone ele's idea of art
i cock my head to one side and the furrow returns to my forehead
my lips purse and i just know that when i'm 50 i'll have lines streching out in all directions
there just has to be something more
i have to force myself to be creative
they're looking at me break out of my shell
the sinewy strands of birth fluid streching and breaking as i push out
gasp for a breath of air filling my lungs and pushing fluid out
gasp for a breath of air filling my lungs and pushing fluid out
gasp for a breath of air filling my lungs and pushing fluid out
i put my head back and roll my spine my neck feels like its healing from a break in mere seconds
i want to roar but i'm no tiger
that's just one thought
here's plenty more where i came from
arms thrust and now i know i'm schizometric
i have to bite my lips so many times to stop from saying something i mean but have already said too many times before