once

once i thought i was
a kleptomaniac and then
i learned to keep my
hands to myself
and once i thought i
could fly but i
was too afraid to jump
and everything comes
so easily to me
and everything just
passes
through you like razors
and what can i give you
only to make it easier
i never know, i never
know just what to say
but i'll make it
easier
and everything flies
up like leaves
and they settle
down into me
and i decide
to give this world
another chance