Last Night, I heard that voice again
It is all too familiar.
I woke up in the morning and touch my legs
But I feel metals
when I clap I hear clings
My brain is torn into compartments like some partitioned hard disks
What am i becoming?
"Boy, You can't eat your cake and have it".
she was looking all pretty and elegantly clad
She smells of lilies
I could give anything for her smile,
And she Had the worst set of teeth
"Oh yes, you can't eat your cake and have it"
I woke up
I took in some sit ups, had a few push-ups
I felt larger than life
I could give anything to stay large
But then I looked in the mirror
And I am still small
"Yes, you can't eat your cake and have it"
As he looked out of the window of
His 5th floor home,
He saw the stars and the moon
Wow! They must be beautiful up-close!"
"I wish i can touch the sky"
He could give anything to touch the stars
He jumped up.
But he was going down.
"Sure, you can't eat your cake and have it".