Empty, Dreaming Crow

These giant obtuse walls these calculated architecture of impossible, impeccable accomplishment How can I survive, they are bigger than me shrouding me in a sense of what being Jack is staring at a tall, magic beanstalk wanting to climb wanting to break the cycle of a boring routine wanting to explore new and glorious heights to achieve what people call his minuscule dreams though I think in both our senses that our dreams extend beyond a quaint little village, a quaint little town Out the door, I want to explore the path I could follow My heart is calling me, calling for poetry this what I live for this is what I chose for the purpose of my endeavors but the trouble with my endeavors the more I try to succeed, the more success tries to bury me I'm taking all the right steps yet I'm the clouds' overcast, a mirror's haze a gentle daze on a rainy day While I believe a spot should've opened for me to gain my written immortality to have my name across bright lights, big cities saying this is a kid from a small town who finally achieved his dreams I'm so tried of packing my bags being pushed away when things go awry Still, there's one more stop, one more destination for a lone wolf a place to visit, a side dream for this life it seems so will gravity help me survive out here Counting Crows, Round Here please play that song again, be my leg to stand on a subtle motivator to keep me going 'cause it's easier to quit, my feet hurt a bit I still feel like...a candle without a fire lit for I struggle to stay afloat on my little boat among these unfamiliar faces and machines I don't know which ones have wires whether everything is an illusion or if I'm the one with the malfunction Are my convoluted wires crossed into a knot I can't unravel cascading in my own little world like flower petals and dirty leaves Here, the wildlife attack the life of me bearing tiny fangs and wings of every kind; why me? Easy answer: I chose this for this to be an end to a means I have someone I need to see, something I need to be I hear those sirens of an ambulance calling for me, an EMT the siren song of ambulance anxiety to save a life, to give them breath for at least the next day make them immortal for a minute while I seek immortality myself I want to stay alive forever I may outlive everyone I meet but no matter with company, life is still lonely I don't want to stop being me so allow me to save who I can, try to be a man stay with those who see me, cherish every moment please don't let me fall neck first into obscurity