My epiphany is…I realize I’m the guy you forget. The dust in the wind. The gum under your boot that you scrape off and move on…
I’m the weird guy in the back of class, that makes you laugh and as the bell rings you pass and our conversation ends…
The guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and makes you believe in love but like an old rubber glove, that too grows brittle and trashed…
I’m just that guy, the underacheiever and over reciver of unkept glances and untook chances like gangster pants I fall to my knees and pray and believe that I…one day can stand on a stage and say,”Thank you for watching me.” In hopes you won’t forget.
But I’m just that guy…..
