Unspectacular, that’s me

My life is kind of unsepectacular

It is much the same mundane everyday

Interspersed with some minor drama

Though I am grateful for this, I would not tempt karma

By wish a life more exciting

Because although this may appear enticing

It may end up being that way for the wrong reasons

I like the idea of living by the four seasons

You know what’s coming and what has been

This may not be everybody’s dream

But I lived in a life filled with stress and toxicity

I can tell you it wasn’t that great for me

Surrounded by people who were always vexed

Others who drove me mad, constantly depressed

It’s not that I lack empathy

It’s just that it’s hard keeping self belief

When everyone around you wants to drag you down

And I’ve no desire to wear a crown

I am just happy not having to wear a frown

In my unspectacular existence

Where each day can be much the same

But I still keep my open for my fifteen minutes of fame

Where I’ll shine like a star then retreat again

Back to the ordinary and mundane.

2 responses to “Unspectacular, that’s me”

  1. Your poetry just flows like a river. I too like a mundane life with a bit of imaginative quiver. ;)) 🏹💃🏼💛🕺😄

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  2. Lovely! Your page looks beautiful.

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