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Ordinary man.
Long distance friends are now at my finger tips ,
An invasion on all fronts, my naivety it slips.
Warm and gentle souls who reach out from afar,
I Have no time for small talk sitting in a bar.
Lingering thoughts that are written down in verse.
Sometimes it's a joy and oft times it's a curse!
Like a moth to the flame, I fly in and out of the heat,
My passion comes in dreams, while sitting in my seat;
I often drift away ,selective hearing I have!
Detaching from the flow, when life becomes a drag.
I cannot multi task! so the s**t hit's the fan,
Maybe its because I `m just an ordinary man;
An invasion on all fronts, my naivety it slips.
Warm and gentle souls who reach out from afar,
I Have no time for small talk sitting in a bar.
Lingering thoughts that are written down in verse.
Sometimes it's a joy and oft times it's a curse!
Like a moth to the flame, I fly in and out of the heat,
My passion comes in dreams, while sitting in my seat;
I often drift away ,selective hearing I have!
Detaching from the flow, when life becomes a drag.
I cannot multi task! so the s**t hit's the fan,
Maybe its because I `m just an ordinary man;
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Ordinary man.
Ordinary man.
