One angry gesture provoked by hate One friendly favor considered too great One gracious smile looked upon as fake Have I become too jaded? Too many critics defame and deface "Two can't accomplish what one will replace." To be idealistic you're always saving face Another ego deflated To whom do I owe favors and to what do I belong? On which fine line must I balance to remain headstrong? My 3-D gla**es helped images soar My three point baskets helped even the score Three tries for perfect I'm left with no more How quickly life becomes out-dated The alter ego the place where we go Another person opens up inside A drive's that's instinct to act more than think Nothing more than a place to hide For years I have wondered how hard should I try? Now four years later I think I know why Fortune smiles on those who never say die How long I have waited...