losing it all

like a pagan knocking on THE heavens doors
like a dawg chasing for highway horns
like a gypsie trading for ancient stones
like a stallion losing out on it's retiring game
like a star trying to outshine the midnight sun
like a salmon swimmming upstream to find its roots
like a joker painting sorrow on his face for ppl fun
like a phonix retiring to rise again this time off its flames
like a corpse never getting to the comfert of a grave
like a penguien throwing few final bites to that shark
like a miser who getting empty on his last few pounds
like a birthday boy who waited for a those elusive birthday bumps
like a stone which never made up to be a milestone
like a hero who never became super or else a hero itself
like me and you who got wasted there time again on above line
like a dogma of following rules and to be sucessfull
like a dangling thought of using a razor on my wrist
like a pseudo me who always belives in spreading smiles
like a . . . . . . .