What Can I Be What can I be I can be more then just a body with a brain I can be someone who wanted things simple I could be a trance waiting to engulf your aura I could be the emotion you feel at the first sight of the ocean I can be an explosion of fire coated erosion Ashes to ashes, and dust's a bluff I could someday just say enough's enough I could lose a lung to bad luck I can be an astronaut looking down from further out into galaxy I could be a therapist and hear your #life stories I could live in Alaska and have homemade flurries all year around.. I could dress up like a clown I could be a savior to my child someday.. And even when it's grey outside I could be the sun that peaks from the sky In between the clouds to bring happy smiles I can definitely feed on that supply I could have a heart that won't ever stop beating I could bleed from implanted arteries I could inside find the heart to be the #life of the party I can be a short tempered Harvey I could have a painted face like Boondox and harvest I could bury bodies in a garden like I'm an insane author I could be bipolar I could feel satisfactory from owning a jacket I could find sense now that I'm older I could find love but I probably won't here I can be a deaf and see everyone react silently when I tell em that I won't hear I could have cancer waiting in the pit of stomach I could find a parasite living inside my pupils Yes, on both sides.. I could be surprised at the fact I'm not your focus I feel like I can't be opened I feel like I stand for hoping I can disagree with a lot that I'm taught but I'm not that type of person I could be okay with the diversity of earth I could be alone right now and nobody would even know it I could feel out of sync with the crowd in fear that I might blow it I could be a distant face that just sits and waits Watching from across the table with an empty plate.. I could be the spin that creates safe haven I could be the chest you put your back to and lay in I can be a chess piece that isn't exactly complete So they filled a whole row with me I could believe I'm not welcome I could forget myself and leave this place I could also leave a body filled with empty space Soulless.. Like I'm used to going unnoticed I could find my caring being in somebody who would cherish me I could love so many different people but they'd never understand it I could play pick the bone with a box of lambs I could pitch a tent beneath a hex in specks that project the sky like a lamp I could be afraid of the dark I could be determined to invest my whole #life in art I could find tranquility through orthodox I can be a surgeon I could befriend a doctor who can only sleep when he drinks cough syrup I could find peace in the way you lend a hand I could be just a person I could be just another part of the earth I could be a puzzle or design that is molded in your mind I could learn to fetch the closing of my #life I could circulate your blood flow I could percolate the Indo I could find peace in the end though I could mistake my friends for cardboard And give them weight all because I can't sustain it.. I could be a guy with brain damage I could stand every bit of the mess that I'm in but the nest.. The nest isn't exactly fit for a human I could illuminate the sky, disappear and never be seen again I could be a seamless net to catch you in I could never let go of the fact you chose to let me in I could possess the stress to say death is inevitable but not for today I could be an early bird because I love to observe I could be a faded link that only tightens when somebody pushes the fence I could wonder how I got here Or I could wonder when I'll stop feeling I can find the eye of the storm But I can guarantee you will find me aiming at its throat I can be the heart, pump only when I'm both sides of the mote I could be the reason to cherry coat I could be out if plans but I could make a stand I could be a plastic man Or I could be a match and smoke