I wanted...

I was seating at the table of a bar, and looking around.
A group of people was at the next table and i did listen to what they were saying, it made me sad and I wrote these couple of lines when I came back home:

I wanted to be Jimmy Hendrix but I have no guitar and I don't know how to play.
I wanted to be Superman, but the suit doesn't fit: Saving the world isn't my thing anyway.
I wanted to be the 6 millions dollars worth man, but i'm earning only 15 thousands a year: I'd better save everyday!
I wanted to be the man of the year, but my determination was too weak.
I wanted to be the employee of the month, but I am not bright nor photogenic.
I wanted to be the surprise of the party, but i showed up the following day!
I wanted to be the one nobody expects but i fucked up the whole thing when i called for directions...
I wanted to be the new Messiah, but there are way to many already: I needed to take a number and wait in line.
I wanted to become Prime Minister, but I hate greed and I am not cunning enough...
I wanted to be SUPER, but i only consume ordinary fuel: I didn't want to be a gas station employee, ah well, that's a bit sad!
I wanted to be the life of the party, but I am not funny enough...
I wanted to the the man who saw the aliens but, where I live we only have squirrels...
I wanted to be John Doe, but even he probably thinks i am too insignificant...

I was there and now, living my Life and looking/hearing them tabling their expactations and how disappointed they were.
Fueling each others with the sadness about what things should be, could have been and not what they are.
The saddest part of all was to know that they weren't realizing the are the only owners of their actions and that what happens is only the result of these actions: nothing else really...

Stay bright!