He stood at the top of a big hill,
arms flung out wide, head to the sky,
and shouted "I am somebody!"
Below the hill, none of the passersby
seemed to take any notice.
Wanting for all the world to be something more.
More than a speck of dust,
more than a cog in a machine,
more than a face in a crowd.
"I am somebody. I am different than you.
My life means something."
An ego, flung out from a hilltop,
and thoughtlessly turned aside. |
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