Ordinary
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look at the sea
look at the glimmering hope i saw there
it was called Blue
look at the tears
they left a mark so deep you could fall into it.
it was called Blue
look at my pen,
Pastel masks of perfection
designed to improve
our disturbing reflection.
Made too thick to look past,
it's such a necessity for some
the marks will last.
It morphs into our skin,
Ordinary.
Is what we are without all the excess
Is what the world looks like day to day
I want you to write me
A poem and serenade me
Like bygone days
I will wake up with snow
Reflecting blue on white ceiling
And hear your rough voice
I am just an ordinary guy.
No special talents,
Good fortune,
Recognized name,
Extraordinary abilities,
Or good luck.
Yet from life,
I want so much more than most ordinary people.
