Joe Shmoe

I'm just a typical guy

Where miracles lie

Just above my short comings

Where sympathy hides

By my opponents cry

And thwart accomplishments of my long runnings

I'm strong, loving

I don't start nothing

Yet heading up a lonely road looking for chance

Because it took off running

I've packed light, but packing things that weigh heavy on my mind

Signed off on an organizational madness, the famous fine line

So I spends my time, spinning my mind around the rosie ring

Holding hands with the man, thinking I'm taking control of things

My boldness rings vivacious screams

But the “other guys” gleam muffles my dreams

Coming up with great ideas, but being told no

It’s like making songs for an album that will never be sold

Spending money on phony jewelry that will never be gold

Thinking of questions with lost answers that will never be told, like

What are days, if not ways to be amazed with the past

Like apologies being made, but for long they don't last

What is pain, if not just a name of an emotion we all go through

Like enemies, if not friends of me and or mine

At a time when I am no sunshine blind

To the open eyes that frantically disguise

That he’s struggling too

All black and blue

From the game face that threatens by you,

Or me

But we

As in us, equal men

That descend, from thy father

Who put his children on this earth to eagerly bother

Anyone who does not believe that we

As equal men can succeed, as the typical guys we are so anticipated to be!