I look at lightning
And I am jealous
For he is free
He goes where he wants
While I must stay put
He is everything…
I am like thunder
Always made to follow lightning
Never allowed to come first
Always second best
I am nothing…
People see lightning
And they ooh and aw over him
For he is beautiful
A sight for dull eyes
While I am not
He is everything…
People hear thunder, hear me
And they complain with covered ears
For I am loud and obnoxious
A burden to the senses
Never needed, never wanted
I am nothing…
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