Through ecliptic coins of sight
Fantastical realms apart,
Appear too me – “The Common Man.”
Imbues my coal-driven heart,
With the flames of utopia
Quenched by mediocrity
I stand amongst the populace
Searching for my destiny...

I’m drawn into a social feud
Thrust and Parry of the minds,
Exsanguination, I can’t stop
Of those who are behind,
Who prop me up, from all sides
To feign normalcy,
Who sew the seams of my life
And keep me off my knees.

Illusionary inclusion
They have no clue at all,
Superlatively I just sit
Upon a common floor,
Agitated by the quill
That writes the progress down,
And records the solution
But the problem just rebounds.
21/02/09 ADO

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