The Greatest Nobody

I am always asking myself,

What do I really wanna do?

Do I wanna keep pretending to be a nobody.

Like somebody you never knew…

Do I wanna keep myself in silence?

Waiting for my voice to be heard.

Never really saying too much,

But writing down every word.

How would you ever get to know me?

If I never spoke what I thought…

Or if I wrote you the greatest love story,

Inside a book you never bought.

I guess I would just stay a nobody,

And then there’d be nothing to worry about.

And you’d never have to question if there was ever a somebody

You couldn’t live life without…

Then a voice said…

You’re not just an anybody…

You’re somebody special to me.

And everybody is a technically a nobody,

Until they find who they’re meant to be.

But, you are what you think you are.

Regardless of what anybody says.

When you could be the greatest somebody outta everybody,

But still be a nobody to your friends.

And I thought,

That is absolutely crazy,

When did I start thinking this?

And why was I the only one talking to myself,

As if I didn’t exist.

And then instantly… I was claustrophobic.

Like I was too big for where I’ve been.

As if my spirit had to quickly find a way out,

Of the same spot it’d been growin in.

And then my whole body started to shift,

And I felt the pressure of the space.

Like I was suddenly full term in my mothers womb,

And I needed to escape.

And as the walls closed in around me.

With every contraction, it got worse.

Until finally I was born,

And my spirit had given birth.

And I said…

Well, I did what I wanted to do.

And I said what I wanted to say,

Although a nobody might’ve died,

A somebody was born the same day.

And not just an anybody.

That certain someone is me.

Someone who can speak themselves into existence,

Like he birthed him he.

Now, There’s only one thing left to do.

Let me give myself a name.

And, since this word was given to me from the Father,

Then I guess mine should be the same.