The Spontaneous Ordinary is I
Location
Disarmed of all the constructed pride
Once carefully built like a house of cards
The creature flows naked with nothing to hide
Growing tentacles extending towards stars
Unknown and alone even with one of its kind
Drifting through the shadows unnoticeably,
Uncontrollably isolated, repelling the signs of life
The dark creature feeds off of the light
Over-consuming the universe, sympathy is born
Inevitably facing its own expiration date
Becoming aware, he begins to debate
Consume the universe and die
Or die to let the universe survive?
Aging at a constant rate, praying in the storm
Hoping that it is all a dream
The spontaneous awakens
The creature is not spontaneously ordinary
The spontaneous ordinary is the creature
The spontaneous ordinary is I
The dream fades into the darkest alley of my memory
My eyes open, rapidly distinguishing the dark from light
My morals shaped more by sympathy than by empathy
Constantly questioning the wrong from the right
And even though I am considered a nobody
The spontaneous ordinary is I
A character in the midst of entropy
Because the problems our society faces creates who I am
The struggles we overcome makes all that I am
The advancement of technologies, the environments, ideologies, philosophies, and realities
Are all intertwined inside my developing mind,
The voices grow strong and loud
I am not the unattractive male that walks amongst the crowd
That is the shell that I currently exist in
I am not afraid to step out of bounds,
Because I never will or have fit in
The spontaneous is sudden and unpredictable
Filled with ambition but slowly becoming stagnant
I’m a micro-organism in a larger process, not an individual
I'm exploring, absorbing, creating and dreaming for a meaning
As if there weren’t enough for me on this planet
I am no longer the kid that once wanted to fly,
Kick the ball, preach, play the guitar, or ride a bike
But I am still passionate about this life
Because the spontaneous ordinary is I.