I feel like we dropped from the sky,
Ordinary people left to figure out our purpose,
As we dropped out purpose dropped in our laps,
It was like the heavens dropped it by mistake.
Wandering around became a sport,
Digging the ground became a work,
Dreaming of swimming like fishes,
It's now our ability,
Flying in the air like birds,
It's now our mode of transport.
Ordinary people they called us ,
I guess we're not so ordinary now.
Our dreams now our destinies,
Our destinies so magnificent,
Our ordinary now with an extra,
It can only get better and better.Explanation:
This piece is about us, the human race. We're ordinary people, or so we were called. By who? I don't know, when? I can't tell but I know the ordinary people they saw are not so ordinary now. We run marathons, we're miners, we can swim, we made our own birds which are aeroplanes and the ordinary we were made as has become extraordinary.
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ALL OF ME
PoetryALL OF ME is strictly poetry. It's all my heart has to offer, all my thoughts, my past, my present, my wishes. It's all about my life and the lives of those I love, mostly those I love cos I kinda find it difficult to write how I feel, actually none...