On my right
The most common I see
The left I realize
Commoner still
Someone walks ahead
Someone noone would know
And the ones behind
Who’d care anyhow?
This mob I believe
Will walk forever
And ridiculously still
I’d be pushed along too
Should I choose
To tear away
Tear away and perhaps
Walk a new way
I could move faster then
And get the lead someday
Or I could wander listlessly
And loose my way
I’d like to plunge
But scare to dare
It feels so nice
To just be pressed ahead
Imaginations are good
I love to dream
But when the time comes
I think again
Think and play safe
And get back to my place
Feeling right
but waiting again
Second chances are rare
mostly they don’t come
so all I do is stop sometime,
look back and see
someone else standing
in my place then
too late to assay now
regrets, late as usual
still I learn no lessons
still I don’t stand out
I’d like to plunge
But scare to dare
It feels so nice
To just be pressed ahead
Someday I’ll reach
Or rather get pushed through the finish line
Only to see around me
All faces akin to me, all regrets like mine
All the distinguished lookings perhaps
Finished a different line
Do they feel regret too?
Do they also pine?
Pine to go back
And make the choices again
Pine to shove this line
A few inches ahead?
I always feared to conceive
So my dream died in womb
I always killed my distinction
So my common grew to bloom
“someone died today”
they say, not knowing its me
a common I lived,
and died feeling commoner still.