My Name is Nobody

February 3, 2008
My name is Nobody, sounds odd, but it’s true. Often mistaken as somebody, I need a tissue, all that aside the name’s still “Nobody”.
Lot’s of people dispute my real name, “you really are somebody” is spoken with glee. But that never changes my name don’t you see! With smiles, back pats and compliments few, you all try and convince me my name’s just not true. The harder you try and make me somebody the more I am sure my name is Nobody.
I have tried many years to be somebody you’d see, mostly by exploit and excess or something unusual. It’s tough to explain let me give you a visual. All along you may be thinking “Sounds so familiar have I heard this before?” Perhaps you have heard it down deep in your soul. A voice so familiar, somebody you know, saying so softly “my name is Nobody, can’t you see it’s all true”
So much strain, so much thought, so much time, spent persuading. Nobody’s the name and nothing’s my game. I’ve done nothing that’s something, my talents are few, I’m always reaching for something that’s new. Ask me I’ve tried it and maybe that’s why, even this story is not very fly.
My dream is to do something, what it is I’m not sure, but when it arrives it will be something pure. Something of record, done by Nobody, a really great deed, to fill a great need. Maybe a plaque they will mount where it occurred, but what they will write seems so obscure. “Nobody did it” right here it is sure. We really wish somebody’s name could we write, but nobody did it and he’s nowhere in sight.
Nobody sees nothin’ real great that’s his mood, unless somebody did it then it’s all good.
Everyone knows, nobody’s no good. Somebody is better, (did you get the post letter?) With a name like Nobody I’m always around. I owe myself somebody but he’s never found. Sometimes when dreaming, my thoughts are all teeming- I am a somebody, the scriptures are true. Then may I ask you, why am I so blue?

My name is nobody. You thought I somebody, you must be mistaken I’m sure.