I'm a person n i'm known by my deeds,
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......
