once i had a secret life
that nobody suspected
in daylight hours i walked the earth
well-groomed and respected
i was on the right track
to money and acclaim
but i yearned for something else
- true, eternal fame
i longed for all to know my name
whether for good or ill
to be a hero or a monster
and not plain joe or bill
those who passed me on the street
noticed me not at all
how i wished for just one moment
to hold the world in thrall
the days went by like peanuts
the years like potato chips
the words “i want to be somebody”
never crossed my lips
one day i made vice president
of what, i could not say
my fellows slapped me on the back
and said it was my lucky day
but whenever i turn on the news
i never see my face
oh is this to be my fate to be -
just a member of the human race?
i have no words of wisdom
or comfort for to share
i wonder if, like me, you travel
this highway of endless despair?
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