Lately, the world has become twisted
I’ve plainly been chopped off at the knees
At least in my battered mind it seems
My arrogance is being tested
For me, real torture is idleness
The act of just treading in one place
In an annoyingly idle state
A lesson I’m being forced to hear
In each lifetime there is a purpose
It’s increasingly becoming clear
To be patient is my vocation
Accepting a mundane existence
All my life, I had been a charger
An Alpha, the overachiever
Had to be my way or the highway
No one was more important than me
Now I’m not important, just a shmuck
Nothing special, just ordinary
Below average and surviving
I’m in the world of nobody cares
Surely, this must be what it is like
To live as a witness protected
Having to maintain a low profile
Nondescript, the submissive hired help
Sometimes, it is rather comforting
Just living from day to day, boring
Until the bright lights go out for good
For what did it all serve anyway?
Here in the world of nobody cares
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
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