nothing special

my early years

expecting great things

big changes

a mythic life

where everything

was going to turn out great

to be the big wheel

& then

discovering

I was to be nothing special

oh we are all special

I hear you cry

& there just might be truth

in that

most of us

are not to be famous

lauded at festivals

loved by the hordes

just a fella

wanting to put down

what it means

to be everyday

the life worth living

nothing special

like in the flowery poet books

but the life of struggle

holding meaning

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