Sometimes I am big.
Sometimes I am small.
Sometimes I feel like nothing at all.
Is my tallness created by a fictional haze?
Or is my weakness a leftover of Junior High days?
Define myself strong and I will show you weak.
I can pull from within, its my own power I seek.
I am really tall and soaring.
I am tall, I am big.
I am so small.
I am so high in the sky, the scrapers are adoring.
Through clouds I am exploring.
There's and abrupt change in the wind.
Down I tumble into a garbage bundle...
hoisted into a big tin can.
A CAN!
I can!
I can be tall again, in the fall again.
Sometimes I am small.
Sometimes I feel like nothing at all.
Is my tallness created by a fictional haze?
Or is my weakness a leftover of Junior High days?
Define myself strong and I will show you weak.
I can pull from within, its my own power I seek.
I am really tall and soaring.
I am tall, I am big.
I am so small.
I am so high in the sky, the scrapers are adoring.
Through clouds I am exploring.
There's and abrupt change in the wind.
Down I tumble into a garbage bundle...
hoisted into a big tin can.
A CAN!
I can!
I can be tall again, in the fall again.
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