The Everyday

The Masses without a Vision

You could almost hear the roar in the morning atmosphere.

The Everyday had arrived. It’s rhythm, routine and boredom gathered.

There was little milling about. They performed the duties of the day, The Everyday,

Now it was up to men and women, men and women who lacked genius,

Who lacked any semblance of ingenuity, dream or vision.

They moved about through the centuries, 

each day, everyday,                                          

The sameness warily working on their souls.

Hello! I am The Everyday!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

You sound disappointed Chris, it seems - nice job. Thanks Jacob. The structure of our daily lives is predicated upon routine. The use of it gives us some semblance of order in Civilations.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i guess sometimes we can think of the "everyday" and people who are satisfied with that to lack vision...but sometimes the everyday is actually comfortable...and maybe there is nothing wrong with routine either...
guess it is what's in our make-up---

i really like this poem.