Language Of The Brag
Language of the Brag
I have always wanted to fly above the ground,
without plane or chute or tendrils to me bound.
How would I do this you maybe asking me,
easy enough if your willing to be free.
I think I can, I think I may get whatever I rant
I have but to imagine it and grow it like a plant.
How you ask would I get things to go my way?
Easy enough, easy enough I confidently say.
For it is the force of mind that matters most
allowing one to achieve the loudest boast.
I thin I can, I think I may or maybe just I could
Do whatever I wish or want to be understood.
And so I look now for newer heights to be scaled
I can best them easily like an engine derailed.
I think I can, I think I may or maybe just I could
Do whatever comes to mind, shaping a bit of wood.
And what more could I want or imagine yet to be?
Is this is all that there is waiting just for me?
I think I can, I think I may come up with yet more
lest life become awful, a dreary, yawning bore.