The Ordinary…

from the cafe chair

I stare

looking at the comings and


of the ordinary

people who want to be


to be famous or rich

to be googled and envied

the ordinary…

who do extraordinary


who want to be different!

but part of the same

the ordinary that are secretly


but buried under the hourglass

of the routine

corralled by the narrow minded

but perhaps they are happy!

behind the mask of pretence

sharing the conveyor belt

of Time

on which nobody is privileged…

Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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