A lived life
I lived my live, now im old.
In my early years i was wondering if my story ever will be told.
Told from a book you read in your classes.
Told right out of someones mind to even greater masses.
Yes i use to worry about things.
Would my name mean anything when death wins?
What would man think if they hear my name?
Would they thing of a hero, honored with fame?
Would the they think of an evil mind, not so heroic.. Not so kind...
Truth is that my life is one of a normal person.
Just a man blocking traffic, just a man you would curse on.
Just a man who lays in bed, thinking about that senseless disscusion on the internet.
My name would'nt make sense to you, only thing you're thinking "Who?"
But I have to admit,
That is just the way I want it.
Yes, I use to wonder where life would bring me.
Now im only thinking how life use to be...
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