Ordinary

An ordinary face

Stares out a window frosted

It's cold outside and

Ordinary fingers

Trace geometricshapes

Against the glass

And ordinary her

Mind's at ease

But on grey autumn

Days like these

Aquestion haunts and

Breaks the fragile peace

Can a bauble ruled by

Whim possibly be bought

Be accepted by masses

Framed and cataloged

The dreamer never wins

It's wings must wet and

Withering give away

Spirit blown lossely in the wind

The misplaced faerietrying to land

Oh it cannot know where to look

The my stical heart can't understand

And suddenly the glass

Flings outward early

Morning air is offered

Thick and drunk in-in by

Hope starved lungs are

Blood red lips and dragon

Laughter dreams of

Happy ever after

Too unfit for ordinary minds

Can a bauble ruled by whim

Possibly be bought

Be accepted by masses

Framed and cataloged

The dreamer never wins

It's wings must wet and

Withering give away

Spirit blown lossely

In the wind

Can a bauble ruled by

Whim possibly be bought

Be accepted by masses

Framed and cataloged

The dreamer never wins

It's wings must wet and

Withering give away

Spirit blown lossely

In the wind