No-more-than-usual Life The sun is up, another typical days here Hoping for something new, my mind I will

clear Revive my body that didnt want commands Unwanted it may be but live up to humane demands Face the world, with its society so ill, so insane I, too, should be insane, cause the sane is named insane. As I take a step for survival, many faces Ill read Are you glad hell ask, a lie Ill make him feed A smile shell let me see, a smirk her shadow show From the horrid I witness, my view I wont let know Unfair I may be, these convictions often not understandable As long as the awareness is blind, these notions isnt viable Different I may seem, but I am human, I adore Though to the most unlikely, I admire, I wish for But this contrast I endeavor, often mercilessly destroyed me Many left me numb, crying a soundless plea In time, I learned, that from ashes I can grow feathers So now I hurt, I heal, I grow, I soar, among others In the days end, I come home with the usual But continuously yearn, to wish for the unusual Till now, I never stopped waiting, for that will revive me Bring recreation that shall deliver my purpose back to me As I lay here, Ill patiently go through my usual days, minutes and seconds That resurrection I am wanting, I am craving, is coming near I reckon