An Ordinary Man

He lived quite the life,
This ordinary man.

He grew up believing,
There was a can't and a can.

He can go to the store,
He can work in an office.
He can open the door,
He can make a grocery list.

He can't be a swordsman,
A sailor, or a hero.
He can't dance or sing,
Or learn to use a bow.

He lived his life under
the rules and regulations,
Recommended by the most
authoritative of nations;

For it was the terrible majority,
the tyranny of their kind,
That lead to the unraveling of the
dreams in his mind.

The walls were erected when he
was too young to take notice,
They were presidents elected but
never were voted.

Leaving him square in a comfortable room,
He had everything he needed,
A toaster and computer and a broom.

So it should make sense he would live
like the ordinary man,
Talking and bickering and taking a stand.
But the stands he took felt wobbly,
weak and unsupported.
He hated the organized, the gray,
and the sorted.

He was convinced he was delusional.
Foolish.
Mad.
But was it him or the walls talking?
The cant's or the cans?

And within all of this uncertainty,
lay a singular fact.
He didn't belong to this world.
He'd best prepare his pack.

He took off one day,
Off his upper windowsill.
He tried to fly,
But he hadn't quite the will.

So there he slept, landing without a sound,
And the majority was scared of the freedom he found.

And despite the horror of the situation,
He was treated as numbers and a few funny stories.
Forgotten by his peers after several long years,
Then left to rot beneath all of the glories.

So such is the life of the ordinary man,
That he should live and should try
And one day fail to fit in.

And if anyone asks why he lost all of his patience,
One can just state a few popular observations.

"Depressed folks do it."
"He was high on some drugs."
"He simply dove into the pit."
"Maybe he needed a hug?"

And thus ends the tale of our ordinary man.
But there's a fresh supply arriving each day.
They love to listen to the can't and the can.
They love to hear what the smart ones have to say.

So listen to the voices.
Stay within the walls.
Feel like you fit in,
Take all of your calls.
If you take any of the stands,
Regardless of their sense,
You'll feel like an ordinary man,
At your soul's expense.