Some kind of quest
Empty at best
Some kind of genius I guess
Climbs but no rings
Climax-less scenes
Closed eyed before one could dream
Once wide with cookies and cream
If there's a story, I do not see
If there's a hero, then it's not me
Inked on a page no one reads
That is not me
An account no one believes
Some kind of quest
Oh what a mess
Oh what a brilliant jest
Plots too complex
Jokes I don't get
Villains without any depth
Drawing the curtains, none wept
I don't wanna make like you don't deserve more than me
Telling me that I could do better
I am not a poet you read, but my story's true
I can paint a world if you'd let me
Looking to the binary sun
If there's a story
Waiting for an ending to come
I do not see
Do I still attack? Do I run?
If there's a hero
Do I still attack? Do I run?
It could be me