Escapism

Ordinary is our lives,

Ordinary means no surprise,

I don’t care if you’re President or poet or a pheasant-shooting farmer,

We all need to commit to the ordinary, the calmer.

It seeps into adventure,

Like reattaching a denture,

Or cleaning a toilet, or walking a dog,

The foundation of existence, the ordinary back-bencher.

We all look for happiness,

Instagram snappiness,

We dig holes under the wrong X, the wrong place,

Distraction from the ordinary we face.

But is ordinary wrong?

A boring song?

How we spend our days is how we spend our lives,

To escape it would be to escape us,

You can run but you cannot hide.