We run from ordinary
Like we run should run from safety
Dodging it like a fated bullet
Please God, don’t let Me be
Ordinary
Anything, buy ordinary!

The big Me in all of us struggles
To be something more than one among
A multitude of the faceless,
But that’s all many of us ever are.

We have the same problems
Same sex
same stories
And same lives,
Plus or minus a tale or two,
But its all the same.

But I know everything isn’t the same,
And I just took you on a ride that should have
Got the blood boiling and
Pissed you off,
Because some people are different.

I spend me insomniac nights talking to them
And trying to feel them in my bones
Because even if I never love them fully
They will have meant much to me.

Don’t think that every person is the same,
But don’t be a fool and think all the
Minute differences we have matter either,
Some differences matter and some don’t.

For my part,
There are a few differences I believe matter:
Empathy,
Honesty,
And ambition.

These traits separate at least 95 per cent
Of the people I met from others
And are the foundation of love and happiness.

I’ve been fooled into thinking some
Lovers had these traits,
And some did,
But most did not and were simply
Blowjob artists in the guise of One True Loves,
And they didn’t even get the memo that
One-trick ponies need to master their
One trick.

Life has depth to it,
Real depth,
And these people are shells of human beings,
At best,
And complete forgeries of human beings at worst.

They walk, talk, blow, work and fuck,
But they don’t love or feel like the 5 per cent.