On an Ordinary Day
I don't see the sky
The blue and the grey
Don't even step in time.
I walk all day
With my eyes wide shut.
And when it finally rains,
I'm clearly stuck in a rut.
The moon hidden on a plane,
None can explain
The crickets exclaim,
"Hop to the tick,
Or stuck you'll be in slick!"
That's just an Ordinary Day.
The air churns around
Claiming each sound,
But hear my voice
Ring out loud.
"I'm no Ordinary Me
Just an Extraordinary She."
So each Ordinary Day,
Changes in Extraordinary Ways.
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