Well, people of Gaia, I promised you more poetry, and. . . )drumroll.(
Here it is.
Why can't I be. . .
Johnny Erwin. . . that doesn't sound like
Anything Special.
Johnny Erwin II. . . well, it's a start.
Johnny Erwin, the hero of forever. . . now, that's someone
I'd want to be, but I'm
Stuck
Just being me.
Why can't I be. . . something enthralling to the eye?
Something that
Catches your attention, and doesn't
Let go of your
Mind?
Why can't I be. . . something exuberant and free?
Like a noble Monarch butterfly
Drifting swiftly on the
Breeze?
Why can't I be what people want to see?
Why am I
Stuck
Just being me?
Maybe, I could be. . . the helper-outer guy,
Helping dreams become
Real,
and sending hope to the sky.
Or, I could be. . . the advice-giver man.
Making
Pain disappear and always lending a
Helping hand.
I could easily become one of these, but
NO
I'm
Stuck
Just being me.
The one who cracks a funny
Joke
To cover up the pain, and makes it
Seem like it's gone, until,
Once again, it
Rains.
The one you tries to make you smile.
The one who
Yearns to do such.
But, I'm
Stuck
Being me,
And, I just can't do much.
I can run, I can jump, but
Everyone can.
I have arms, legs, and. . . that. . .
But, so does
Every man.
You can look me up and down, look all over and
You'll see
That there just isn't
Anything special
About me.
Why can't I be the one that you
Need?
Why can't I be anything
Other than
Me? . .
