How terrifying to think
That I am slowly becoming ordinary.
That I am becoming consumed by a world
Unconcerned by imagination.
But it seems that is what happens -
The extraordinary is warped out of shape,
Until once and for all
It fits in with the rest of the world.
But I will not allow that to happen to me.
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
