Some people have a
Lit up face,
A mysterious aura
Oozing off them-
You can't take your
Eyes off their persona.
With a dead expression
And sullen smile.
Some, however upbeat,
Look just bland.
I don't know, in which
Category I fall in.
No one is gonna tell me
That to my face.
But if you think
I'm of the first kind,
Don't be fooled.
If you think, I'm of the
Second kind.
Don't be fooled.
I just might be a man
With a gun to my
Temple or yours.
Or maybe I'm the
One with flowers,
Out of goodwill or
Waiting for more
And more funerals.