"Triathalon"
Exclaimed to the world
I am here
Proclaimed to the world
To speakNot preach
In poem,In songIn sound
To create
My Fiddler's on the Roof
To paintMy van Gogh
To draw A span of
Compositions
Like that of Mozart or Beethoven
UtilizingThe reincarnated mind of
Michaelangelo Buonarroti
I will makeU see
the ceiling of the Sistine Chapelof my mind
I want to be heard
Transmitting more signals
Than every sattelite in existence
But no repossession of my mind
I have the deed Can't
Quiet my dreams
Attempting to smother me
With the pillows
On a bandwagon of popularity
What's hot what's not What's in
Fuck that!
This is my day hour minute second
Time to Win life's triathlon
Can I break the world's record...
By taking things in stride?