I Don't Want To Be Famous

What I've written before won't get me far

What I've dreamed about for years won't happen tomorrow

What I've wanted for all my life I'll never get

I've come to terms that my life means nothing

I'm a dot on a chart with a million others

My heart beat is like the person I sit next to everyday

My needs are like those around me, food, air, water

My broken arm is nothing compared

There are people breaking must more over seas

I'll never make the paper until I'm died

Even then what they say won't be the truth

I won't have written it

Why would I say I lived a good life

Why would I say everything I enjoyed doing

Who the hell wants to know that

Those who knew me would have known that

Those who cared would have asked

Why should people in Montana get to know

I never knew they don't care about me

I'm just a dot mixed in with a billion other

For all I know someone more important died today

Or some town just got invaded

For whatever reason I'm not going to sit here and write crap

I'm going to tell me story and try to be the brightest dot

The neon green dot that people notice

When I die I don't want it in the newspapers

I want it on a piece of paper taped to a wall in Harlem

I want my writing in a book

I want my life lived the way a famous person would

I don't want to be famous 

I want to be me

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