I just wanted to be ordinary
another face in the crowd,
why can't I fit in.
He was extraordinary
and wanted a crowd,
fitting like a custom glove.
It was a long time brother
just staying alive,
shadows behind.
Was it so hard
to change a life,
over-night.
Respect the work
and it builds you,
as you build it.
Getting by for once
was your gift,
in my life.
Now I'm ordinary.
Isn't that extraordinary?
A new life.
-- Don Cohoon
--
____
| _ \ ___ _ __
| | | |/ _ \| '_ \
| |_| | (_) | | | |
|____/ \___/|_| |_|
¯\_(ツ)_/¯