It Is Possible

'Hey?
Aren't you...?'

'No!'

'Do you know who you are?'

'Sometimes I do.
And there are times I don't.
The only thing I know right now,
Is where I'm going.'

'Where are you going?'

'Home.
Or back to my apartment.
I was told years ago,
It was not a 'home' but an apartment.'

'LOL...
A home is where one's heart is.'

'Tell me about it!'

'You act as if you rather be left alone.'

'My 'Performance' is no act.
Trust me.'

It is possible to be born in a small town.
Raised in the projects.
Built for those considered low income.
Unintelligent and dumb.
Depending on handouts given to come.
Since for many living on Welfare.
Accepted this as their way of life.
Believed!

It is possible,
Within this kind of environment.
Some still young.
Under the age of 21.
Will choose to leave voluntarily.
Or unexpectedly be recruited,
To serve time in the military.
Not many enlisted.
However,
Chose to do this.
As a way to travel.
Excited to see a much bigger World.

It is possible.
This choice to make,
Exploring to adventure other places.
Opens one's eyes and mind to find,
Opportunities galore.
Never before to suspect.
Just how small a small town can get.
Without relatives or aging old friends.
Limited in consciousness.

Yes, it is possible.
To achieve success somewhere else,
Done to receive help and encouragement.
To not suspect it to come that way.
Freely given.
And in one's mind permanently stays.

It is also quite possible.
Someone like this,
Returns back to their own hometown.
Positive and brave with identity saved.
With a wanting it wished,
To share their obtained skills and talents.
In a small town not to get.
A success like this and equipped to give.
Freely without thought or pay sought.

Although possible it too maybe,
The mindless realities.
Impossible to believe.
Unchanged and cemented.
Observed to witness as is to be.
Until someone like this,
Becomes convinced.
It is better leave ignorance behind.
Finding an obtained peace of mind.
To earn and know it is best to keep.
Left successfully as it had been found.
Away from a small town.
Or attention to get as suspected.
With a doing to care less,
Of evidence collected around the World.
Documenting a variety of achievements.
Yet wishing to want to live,
Peacefully in a community.
Where success to obtain and receive,
Is only believed,
If one is signing autographs as seen on TV.

'Uh...
You look so familiar.
Where have I seen you before?'

'Hmmm...
Possibly when on this same bus.
When I became bored.
Fell asleep and began to snore.'

'That's right.
That's where I've seen you before.
I knew there was something,
Familiar about you.
Where are you going?'

'Home.
Forgive me.
Back to my apartment.
Where I've been told,
To mind my own business.'

'LOL...
That's funny.
Who told you that?'

'Believe it or not,
A relative who has no idea,
What my business is to mind it.'

'LOL...
You should be doing stand up comedy.
Or a writer.
Something in the entertainment field.'

'Why?
To be recognized.
Who in their right mind,
Would want that kind of attention?'

'It is possible.
Who knows what is in your future?'

'My future?
Is at the next bus stop!'

"LOL...
I'm telling you,
The abilities you have are natural.
What's your name?

'In Pig Latin or Ghettoese?'

'LOL...
STOP.
You're making me go to the bathroom.'

'That's what my ex-wife said.
But...
You know what?'

'We divorced.
Now we have separate bathrooms.'

'LOL...
You're too much!'

'You have no idea!
Her stuff was funkier than mine!'