I Am Poem

I am ferocious and pompous
I wonder what makes clocks tick
I hear the wheels in my head turning
I see flowers growing on the moon
I want to see the sun set on mars
I am ferocious and pompous

I pretend that I am a scuba diving astronuat
I feel a slight breeze whistling between my ears
I touch the whole world without grasping the significance of it
I worry that time is running out
I cry when I lose
I am ferocious and pompous

I understand that some things are not meant to be understood
I say stupid is as stupid does
I dream about playing football on Friday night
I try to make everyone smile
I hope there is more hope to be hoped for
I am ferocious and pompous