Common Mans Common Life

 

 

Its easy refuge, to just give up and fall,

but a part in me, still stands tall;

 

I don't know if it's my ego, or some hope,

if I am trying too much, or is it just out of scope;

 

There are a hundred things right, but a few too wrong,

seeking to hunt them down, to keep standing strong;

 

I am not aiming for perfection, I know its a myth,

just trying to mend what's broken, restoring what's amiss;

 

I know I am not special, nor is my life,

but to feel alive, I have to keep up with the tide;

 

To go a step further, to cross another mile,

to clear all hurdles, to go on feel agile;

 

I count my blessings, every single day,

to boost my morale and be steadfast in every way;

 

I am just a common man, living a common life,

dreaming common dreams, struggling common strife.