Every Man
I am not the rich man who was poor and fought my way to wealth. I wasn't the first in my family to attend college. Love has not transcended my soul and caught me on a cloud of bliss... I walk in moderated societies and will never eat the bread of champions. I am common, plain, and subtle. My world will never sparkle. When I'm gone no one will write praises of my work, my funeral will not be attended by many or by few. I am the off-white, grey, cool taupe. Neither thin nor fat. I fit in half the time, other times I am heckled. I smell, I taste, I feel but not like them, not like the shinning saviors with their pedestals and ascension. I am 1 in a million and yet I am not a collective. I am alone in with in my existence and yet many are like me. I will live and die in a box and no one will remember my footsteps.
