Milk Bowl.

Mixture of personalities.

I was supposed to be born a cat.

Of this I believe.

And if you see me-

The way I see...

Then I am sure you would agree. 

Or I may be a bird.

Maybe perhaps a swan...

Or I could be wrong.

I am hazy and lazy,

But manic and in a panic.

Emptiness is what I crave,

I can last for days and days.

I want perfection, true and true.

I want bliss, I crave something new.

I never want to grow old-

I want to stay young forever.

But, I fear if this continues uncontrolled...

I fear it won't matter whatsoever. 

Reviews

[cfix]

This is wonderful, wonderful rhyme scheme and flow.