Knowing
I can't describe it- it's just a feeling.
It's like when you feel someone's watching you,
How you turn around and nothing's there.
Or when you wake up in the middle of the night
Because you thought you heard
Someone call their name.
It's just something you know-
A feeling that is born inside you,
A presence that suddenly awakens
When you weren't expecting it, but knew it would eventually.
But I knew.
I knew the whole time,
From the day I was born.
I thought as much, myself, but when others stared,
When others whispered, when others lowered their eyes
As I passed, I knew I was right.
I knew it, from when they gave me those odd looks,
But gave me the promotion anyway.
When they stuck me in this dump, They knew.
My presence would make men of the boys,
And severely punish the older man
For being so stoic- Too bad for Strategoes, but oh well.
I add life to their pathetic existence,
A 'spark' to their hopes and dreams.
I am what they want to be-
I know it, because I know what they strive to be.
I know what is my gift is others' fantasies.
Looking in the mirror, I know I speak the truth:
"I am one good looking guy."
