Anything But Ordinary

15th May 2010

As I go about my daily ritual of untangling my headphones, The painlessness of rush hour settles to my head; The aftermath of throwing on a suit and shoes, Of a coffee burned tongue, Of a ringing modern mobile phone alarm. The symbol on my phone indicating a connection reminds me only too stupidly Of how I thought that a printing device would suffice as pure “awesomeness”, For I too feel stupid now, The heater warmth getting nowhere but my embarrassed head. A louder song plays in my ears, not too long after I Realise that I intended to sleep for at least 1200 seconds, Mark Tredinnick’s words fly through my gritted teeth, “Make a plan – don’t stick to it”; The hell I didn’t. Disappointment crawling through my veins. Coldness across my chest, wishing I was a little taller, Had a little more money, Had more business cards of Japanese restaurants to give to people, Had a liking to my old favourite band who changed their “sound”, Had someone famous write a song about me - “Emergency…” I look out the window, I’m already famous, And I wrote a song about her.