I am the frog in the middle of the desert
I am the blind architect of hope
I am the record forgotten in the attic
I am the bum who’ll never smell of soap
I am the story no one will ever read
I am a plane too heavy to lift off
I am the news no one will hope to hear
I am the note that ruins all the songs
I am an engine that runs on future fuel
I am the plan that’s never gonna work
I am the icon that won’t respond to prayers
I am a problem too pointless to be solved
I am a poet with nothing good to say
I am the river you’re sailing upstream on
I am the stone that badly hurts your feet
I am the face that will remain unknown
I am a ladder that only leads you down
I am the mat that says ‘Home Sour Home’
I am a head too small to fit a crown
I am the nothing you can build nothing on
