I'm so ordinary, it hurts.
I've had no great events,
No grand occasions,
I've had only a prepackaged
Just-add-water life.
I live in
The Age Of Conditioned Responses
with minimal choices.
We are a cult of irresponsibility
All following a zealot
Leading us from somewhere
We do not even know.
We've reduced ourselves
To the cogs of our machines
Each of us a gear in the great device
We call mankind.
If everyone's to have a purpose,
Then ours must be to have none,
Or else we'd have to face the truth
That there is no higher truth,
That all we are as sentients
Is self replicating chemicals,
Destined to destroy the world,
A ticking time bomb,
The nitroglycerin in the beaker
Inexorably slipping to the floor.
And only now we're coming to see that,
As life gets easier
And innovation comes rarer.
It's hard now to be outstanding,
To be extraordinary anymore
Because there's nothing left to do
But die and in our throes
Drag it all down with us
Like the whining little children
We have all become.
We're too eager to explain it all
And know it all but more so
Master it all.
But the more we look and learn
The more we know we shouldn't
Because it's only screwing us up.
Is that what we want?
Is that what this life is for?
I'm so ordinary it hurts.
But ordinary is a bad word
These days.