The Attic

I've been here for so long

That my shadow left an imprint on the wall

From the same place where I cast it every day until dawn

From the same chair, I'm writing the same song

And I wrote all night

But I erased all of it cause all of it is wrong

And they say that as the day is long

I'm honest

And I promised myself that I would never belong

To no man or place

Neither time nor space -

No case can contain me

Or tame me

I'm the one who makes it great

This room was dead before it let me in

And many men -

Many many many men

Have came and went

With pain and sweat

Looking at the sky with tired eyes

We're screaming at the sun and we're begging for time

Yes, I am counted among them

I'm one of them

And we all want the same thing, and that thing being -

That my rhymes went the hardest

My ideas went the farthest

When I die I'm not forgotten

And they'll call me an artist

This place giveth and it taketh away

I wanna stay and stay awake one more day for each and every wooden plank

I've counted them all and I call them all by name

Standing in the hall with wide eyes wondering when it will rain

And in its warm embrace I've forgotten the time, blind

Eternal yearning mindfuck of the forever thoughtless mind

No it's not your calling cause it's mine

To become important, a mortal giving form to the sublime

Men, world without men

I'm trying to inspire awe and veneration in the hearts of many men

But I'm unsure where this place ends and I begin

And if a person could be like a place, then would that person be my friend?

Or does it really matter at all

Whether this person makes the place or that person built the wall

Whether I succeed or if I fall

Whether I can put it into words or if I use no words at all

Why is it me singing the same song?