On this gorgeous, wonderful, sunny
night
I lie in bed at 12:21

wondering, blankly
what it takes to be
myself--
now I see, I try too hard

to scratch my thoughts onto a page,
even harder
to get others to understand them

But, hey, whats the matter
with trying?
Especially if it involves making the
tastiest pasta in all
the town of
Small-ville.

Not really.
That's where teenage Clark Kent
lives.
That most definatly is not here.

In this town,
Lex Luther is the least of our worries--

I think that's a cliché,
well, sorry
for saying something
you most likely
have already heard.

Anyway,
tomorrow I might
get into photography.
That way
I will have two unoriginal hobbies,
that,
ironically
thrive on originality.

But, for now
on this gorgeous, wonderful, sunny
night,
I will
lie in bed
at 12:21.