hope grows

Something is growing inside of me.  At first, I thought it was growing on me.  I searched.  I felt, I prodded, I rubbed, I stared, I stroked and poked.  I longed and fantasized.  I became obsessed, but found nothing of lasting substance.  I was clearly an exhausted victim of pleasured concern, but not a receiver of lasting satisfaction. 
Sorry, I think I got distracted. Where was I?  Oh, yeah...the growth is on the inside.  I think it (the growth) may be someone with whom I disagree.  Not completely alien, just unpleasant, like a politician.  Inside me.  Growing.  
I hope it stops growing so that I do not end up with a clever epitaph...I can't explain that except to note that something I predicted was inside of me, growing, and ended up killing me, may provide for a clever epitaph...but maybe it is something good that is growing inside of me.
Seems unlikely that an unexpected growth would be good, but maybe. Maybe.  I'll try to stay positive. My growth might be a celebrity!  A famous celebrity making a triumphant return to this glorious earthly realm.  I hope it is Samuel Langhorne Clemons...or Frank Sinatra...I'd LOVE to croon like Sinatra...but, it is probably a tumor. Probably a tumor, or possibly just a pimple.  Maybe Sinatra's pimple!? 
Yes.  
Now I'm sure of it.
  
Pimple.

Probably common; it can't sing.