There was a blob
There was a blob,
He was how the blobs are,
Didn’t really have an attractive shape,
Or really any shape at all,
Actually nothing attractive about him at all!
It didn’t even have a bright beautiful color,
It was not even strange, or scary enough,
It was hardly noticeable.
You know how they are, don’t look like they are worth much.
He had always thought, how unlucky I am.
Many would miss seeing him in the crowd,
When he was young, very young,
He didn’t really have everyone’s attention,
He could sneak out once in a while,
Try new things and fail,
Once in while, when he fell,
He got up and looked around to find nothing had changed,
No one had known,
He had learned quickly to put up smile,
And it worked every time,
No one ever noticed when he was there or while he was gone,
He never fell in bad company,
He didn’t make too many friends at school,
Only the ones who really meant it, smiled at him.
Then he met a girl,
Probably just saw a girl,
He wanted to be more,
He believed she would see through all,
Because she was she,
She had to be different.
for her, he knew very soon,
he was a class buffoon,
He must have been unlucky,
From a nobody to a buffoon,
His priorities were set very soon,
While everyone were getting whatever they wanted, with no end to what they wanted and no sight of what they really wanted,
There wasn’t much anymore that he really wanted,
Not that he lost interest in life,
Well he did for a short while,
But, our little blob was just a blob of love and passion,
Sight of his life, the path ahead and the dreams he was seeing with open eyes,
He had always seen them to beat the loneliness of life,
But, Dreams had were clearer than ever before, more than everyone else,
Now that he could see a lot more clearly,
Our little blob, while no one noticed,
Cleared the channel, the woods,
While back home, there were people swearing that they could move mountains,
He climbed and cleared so many of them,
Probably he wasn’t unlucky,
Probably, he was very lucky!
