what an ordinary day
i hear myself say

as usual
the sun hung high
as usual
there are people walking by

what an ordinary day
i hear someone else say

it's no secret
of this full-fronted desire
not this case for others
but for myself it was clear

the path to take and the direction to go
to be held up by only
and one and only
another human being
as they tower high over me

i long to be away
to be extraordinary yet i still cannot bear
this painful ordinance
am i detrimental to my own story?

i winced silently as the wind blew past
i winced slightly as i hear myself laugh
i winced slightly as i coughed within a conversation

what an ordinary day
i dare not say
for who i am to say