It all started with a joke, a joke someone made up. Everyone laughed but me. I cried and walked out. Walking on a side street, people pointed out at me, laughing. They heard the joke. Random strangers tell me I am nothing. Just put me down more. Friends tell me I should stick around, waiting on them. Why waste my time on them when I could waste it so well? I miss him, and those arms of his. I hold my head and look to the sky. Everything went so well. I went back to you the next day to prove I was alright. I made up a joke.. a joke that would make the whole world cry. Now they walked out on me, their eyes full of tears. Caring less, I took another walk down the road to where the lonely were. They told me to stay right where I was. Why stand here and be in the way? That night I had a dream, that I died and the whole world started living. I woke up and just walked out. No one was there. I walked down to the road where the lonely were- not a soul. I walked to where he was, and he was there. He saw me... he saw me standing there, waiting and not wasting my time. He told me he started the joke on me, and that I am everything they're not.
6/29/2004
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