an ordinary man

I am one awake.
I am one asleep.
I am one with days that would make you laugh;
I am one with others that would make you weep;
mostly though I just have days.
come and go days of meals with sons, daughter and love;
come and go days of meals alone.
I dream of days on fire
painted like Van Gogh’s sunflowers
and starry nights just the same…
but days are often those of Prufrock,
while nights are of Gregor Samsa

I am an…
I am an ordinary man…
I am so ordinary
that I am am
EXTRA ordinary
and my song is sung beneath
the songs of every other

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