As I stand by pool,
I reflect,
as I stare into
the reflection
of my life thusfar,
and try to see,
who it is,
this man I be,
a revaluation comes to me.
Once, in another life,
I think I was a pigeon,
and at this time,
pigeon as I be,
if was all so clear to me,
the meaning of life.
It was to fly,
that's all,
just to fly.
Everything I did was so I could fly.
But now I am a man,
who doesn't seem to have a clue,
as to what it is I'm suppose to do.
