an ordinary day, an ordinary life some say it’s not enough they seek to move, and shake, and stir a fire burning at both ends and more they want a big fat bang for all their buck to mark the pass of time to show that they were here a moment spent, then gone that’s fine that’s all and well but me I care for just one thing a thing it’s not but what it is, it is… just… peace just peace that stretches through and through the span of space and time to bind and weave me in itself to spin my life and make of me whatever that it will a being on fire, or not one watched and noticed or recessed in quiet solitude unknown and unobserved and in my ordinariness so blissfully content to simply be
