in search of that which may not exist
there were cheers everywhere
and for a brief moment
I thought it had something to do with me
but then I quickly realized
I hadn’t done anything special
and I was no different than the next guy
down the aisle
as the stadium emptied I
stayed in my seat
imagining myself in the spotlight
and how that must feel
while the lights were powering down
they quietly escorted me
down the concourse
and out onto the street
never looking back I became attracted
to the nearest neon light
subconsciously convincing myself
I might find stardom
somewhere down the line
april two thousand seventeen
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I search for pots of gold and unicorns too but they do exist. I just have not found any yet.
yes they most certainly do
This is so sad. 😦 But very, very good.
Thank you, Shawna.