MidiMike

Trying to force my thoughts into rhymes
I’ve started over too many times.
Lost my way more often than I can count
Paying for the future from an empty account.

I lived in a palace that is now
Smoldering ash and dust.
I thought I was a Man of Steel
Turns out I’m a bucket of rust.

Running down-hill you can only go so fast
Falling head first, now your feet aren’t the last.
Told a good story, played the main part
Some if it science, some of it art.

I lived in a palace that is gone
Smoldering ash and dust.
I thought I was a Man of Steel
Turns out I am a bucket of rust.

Sometimes you are forced to gamble
Usually there is no preamble.
For some it’s fun to shop until you drop
For me it was just impossible to stop.

I thought I was a Man of Steel
What’s left is a bucket of rust.

I stole the main theme from my older brother. He would often say he thought he was a man of steel but looking around he saw a bucket of rust. He was a wrestler and chess player in school…. an avid reader and ready for any challenge. Even after his third stroke and 2nd seizure this year, he remembers his wrestling days in high school more clearly than many other accomplishments. It is plagiarism, but he is my brother so I think I can get away with it this time.