well why would i want to be myself
when i could just be.
when i could be anyone i wanted
why can't i travel to the stars
why cant i see the bottem of the ocean
enter a volcano
assassinate a leader
create imposibilties.
and destroy realitys.
make the ideal real
and real seem different.
why cant i help people with simple advice
or be something you never seen before?
why am i stuck in this body.
why not travel thru hell. and walk up to heaven.
why cant i talk to god? and sit with the great budduh
can i not write well?
write something as great as Dante has?
why should i be myself.
when there is so much i could do with out limits
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