Monday, August 30, 2010

My Story

I created a story of sentences

Of glories both real and assumed
I conjured from my imagination
My madness was thus resumed
I made it all up from thin air
Though most of it really occurred
These images now so clear
Had once been fuzzy and blurred
I was the voice of a generation
I was the overnight sensation
I created a story of words
Of events entirely from my head
I made up men and women
Some lived on and some that were dead
It was all of a single purpose
No greater good did I actually seek
I wanted to pocket fame and riches
I wanted to live like a sheik
I was the voice of a generation
I was the overnight sensation
I created a story of chapters
Some too short and some too long
I then waited for you to praise me
Whether in word or in deed or in song
I yearned for life to be easy
No effort did I want to exert
I wanted it all so simple
Eschewing any sacrifice or hurt
I was the voice of a generation
I was the overnight sensation

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