I ...

I ...

I am the one that was expected,
blended with whatever I seem.
I am the one you'll not notice,
unlikely a find in your dream.

I am my own quiet passerby,
looking in all but your place.
I am my own big headed cloud,
smiling at the rain in my face.

I can be the big smiling buffoon,
slapping sorrow on the shoulder.
I can be the grim menacing goon,
turning away only to smolder.

You, go and look for me anywhere,
you'll not find one single pound.
I'll sit still with my own shadow,
and just write here, on the ground.

EaS