The coffee dripping down my throat Was okay Lights seemed obnoxiously interrupting Which was fine Sound reached me at an average speed I guess better than being deaf My blood didn't get enough sleep Eyes a little timid of objectionable presence I was a teacher today Seen better days But it was honestly Okay Average found me accepting Warm embrace of spinal taps Laying my head on my pillow Was decent I will find tomorrow in its entirety Willing to exist in awkward small talk During bad weather Moderately mumbling about ordinary things Like today
I feel people often want to feel extraordinary or tragic, but some days fall somewhere in-between.