An ordinary man from the ordinary land
Ordinary my name ordinary is my game
My kith and kin so ordinary
My lover has no name
I lead my life with scores
Of phobias, disease and regrets
With disregarded unheard danger
Lurking larking all around
Foliage endears me; fear makes me run back to my den
Living life with many forgotten sensation
Running hither-thither like crazy look for any love, I can find
I know its ordinary i know it it’s my kind
Corpulent are my desire famished is my ego
But Venal I am not it’s not in my nature; it’s not my kind
I talk of thing that I am taught, I learn as I walk
Just a meek, humble man, learning to live life
One undersized piece at a time
Not the only one to feel the pain
Not the only one to die,
Not the first not the last.
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