i am not ironic am i

I dream of the stars, I dream of
the heavens as I stare off into space,
the night sky covering me like a warm blanket and
sometimes still i wonder,
is anyone still thinking of me?

you know, old old me
still standing here waiting,
still just ambling on waiting
for something great to happen,
it's not that I hate waiting, but
I am wondering when
the powerful will show might and
my hero status will reveal itself
and
all walter mitty impersonations
will cease