SuperImposter

Blurred spectacle ineffectual

Let's call it romantic

Awakening I look straight at the sun

Pinned to the corner

Like the class clown

But once I get in front

I'll let you drown like a cat

Until I'm dealt that card

The engine's on

I'm in the car

One suck on the pipe

And I'll be gone

I'm accountable

I'm responsible

You could call me pragmatic

Took away the fame

Could it be built up again

The acclaim and the constant eulogies

For class clowns like me

But once I get in front

I'll terrorize all I want

And the world won't turn

Stops and stagnates

Disintegrates

This romantic dream

Keeps you in a cage

Should I not fraternize

With these angels I've loved

But if I'm out of time

I'll say my goodbyes

And float downstream

And have cynics witness me

Pour water at the seams