Not So Deep

It was deep basement living
Leaky faucet attending
Star Wars museum
I made to impress you
Upstairs you lived
In boxes now shifted
Every ten years,
Hair was longer when
I was younger,
Now broken promises
Eat away at it,
Grays barely come up
But wisdom is my throw up-
Its what I have,
Its who I am,
I have the answers
As a child I thought
I was so deep, but
I was so stuck in stories
Stuck in worries
Stuck in trying to be
Famous,
Nothing is deep anymore,
This was supposed to be
Rhyme and rhythm for
You to know childhood’s
Anthem–
Heavy hand came down
Is it still here right now?
Staying longer, Abba, Father!
I cry for acceptance,
For deep down its every
Man’s cry

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