Inspired by a couplet scrawled on a desk in a Physics lecture room, I'm sure this decribed how I must've felt at one time--probably when I was a dateless loser struggling with issues of identity and intimacy--but I can't remember. I still think it's catchy though:
 

                     I am

I am the thinker who never has pondered,
I am the dreamer who never has wondered.
I am the speaker who's not said a word,
I am the leader who follows the herd.
I am the jester who knows not a joke,
The hero no different from ordinary folk.
Mine is the story that's never been told,
I burn with a fire that's lightless and cold.
I will be gone before I've arrived,
I will be dead even though I've survived.
I must be the man whom life has just missed,
For I am the being that does not exist.


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