For Greatness

You begged, and pleaded, and wished for the world on a string. And instead they presented you with a sorry ball of yellow yarn. So you decided to "make the best of it" And proceeded to knit a sweater of hope: but the yarn wasn't enough and you arm was too fat to fit through the hole. So you wore it as a cape, but they protested You are not a hero. Heroes wear red- Like blood and anger and vengeance. That's not you, a sorry shade of yellow- not bright enough to represent the sun a sun strategically hidden by clouds. "Maybe it's better this way. No pressure for greatness." They sang as they put every last villain in chains.