I
Look at all of them,
So perfect and carefree,
I’m the opposite.
But what is the opposite?
Wrong and stressed?
I’m stressed, but I’m pretty damn awesome,
Well, I think so.
II
I woke up,
It was dark,
Closed my eyes,
It was dark,
Stood up,
It was dark,
In my mind,
It was dark,
Turned on a light,
Still dark,
Show me light.
III
I wanted to be something,
Something more than me,
Something I can be,
But I didn’t want anyone to feel my pain,
Or for others, to suffer.
I just wanted to be famous.
Doesn’t everyone?
Starring in movies,
Signing autographs,
But save the paparazzi for someone else.
I just want to be famous.
Something beyond me,
Something beyond you,
Something that surrounds us all,
I would be in your heads, on the movie screens, on t-shirts, backpacks and yes even TV.
If I could have this, I’d take it in a heartbeat,
Much faster than this beat.
I’d be hanging with the stars of reality TV, but not the Kardashians,
Be spotted at sports games, appearing on radio shows, up for Oscars.
Being creative with directors from Bay to Lucas, Geniuses to guide me on this route, because as anyone can tell you it’s not as easy as it looks.
Featured on TMZ, wearing the best brands, dropping pucks at hockey games, pitching at the diamonds.
Writing books when it’s all said and done,
But is it said and done?
Has it even begun?
I want to be famous; I have what it takes,
I'll make those other guys look like fakes,
If I became famous, would I still be me?
With my feet on the ground,
Still so down to earth,
I wouldn’t shove away fans,
I’d shove them in,
Treat them like they treat me,
Because they are the reason anyone becomes famous,
I wouldn’t forget who and what got me started,
All I need is that start, then I will have started,
I want to be famous.
Jack Nichol