I suppose you're right where you want to be. I suppose I've been waiting too long. The cards you held up your flannel sleeve have burned. So strut down the florescent sidewalk that leads to everything you've ever idolized. I won't be there. Though, if your discontent furthers, I know she'll wait for you. Publicity and vanity long for your blood. They wait for your sacrifice. Waltz into your fantasies with a widened grin. Your ego grows and spreads. You'll never have the priveledge to harvest the fruits of respect. I see them pity you. I used to trail behind. I nodded and replied with agreement and the adoration you feed on. I reached for the approval and love that I thought fate would bring. And you swiped my hand away with a cold force. Stubborness held its advantage on the both of us. I kept on reaching for one ounce of closeness between us. You only took one step onward, leaving me at the base. I didn't want to annoy you, but you kept leaving me wanting something else. And I didn't know how to attain it. So dance to the music of a new summer. The people will clap and you will wave with pride. But you will not see me amongst the crowd. You will see only the reflection of you.
Why Not Me?
August 6, 2009