I fell in love with a puddle when I thought it was a pool,

I passed on a bird that knew what it ment to fly,

It seems in this I will always be a fool,

and be buried in a box when I die.

If only there was a fight I could pick a side,

And not the sinocism I walk through everyday,

I think I might explode so keep your berth wide,

Because one day I will succeed, but happy I seem to not be.