Inktober day 7 – Leprechaun and his pot of gold

Leprechaun with his pot of gold!

So you want to be me?

So you want to be me

Do you want my pain?

Do you want my gain?

Do you want my time, my freedom and hopes?

Do you want my anger, my family, my friends, my dopes?

Do you want my disease, my energy, my life?

Do you want to follow my path even in strife?

Do you want my scars and my bills? 

Do you want my kind of health and ills?

Do you want my skill?

Do you want my knowledge, my obsessions and thrills?

Do you want my tolerance?

The answer to most if you knew, would be no, no not at all you fool!

What kind of a life is that?

I say to you, I told you so, I told you, and it’s a fact.

So think twice when you copy me, when you say to others, I want to be she… because you don’t know what lies within me, you don’t know… fact.