Sometimes we need to self reflect upon ourselves.
Who the fuck am I?
When we ask ourselves such personal question diving into our unconscious we forget the things that we told the world we’d be.
I wanted to be an astronaut, but I chose to smoke menthols instead. Mint in my mouth if you can kiss me the pain of losing the aspiration of being an astronaut will be drowned away.
I haven’t been rocketed far though. I’ve been sitting in my apartment. I get kisses from kittens, and boys who love me, but yet my aspirations aren’t met.
Everyone adores the king, but I don’t feel much like a king. Where is my throne?
Have I so easily been dethroned? Am I still a child?
Call me a kid, but it’s still my aspiration to eat macaroni and cheese at every restaurant
Love me when I’m on the top, still love me while I’m getting there.
Even when I’m away for a long time staking myself in self-reflection remember I’m here simply to please you. Clothes falling to the ground makes me think I love you too.