In the realm of ordinary, I dwell, no tales of joy, no victories to tell. Just pain and failures, my constant plight, no unique routines in my daily light.

No grand adventures, no feats to boast, in the sea of mundanity, I am but a ghost. No remarkable stories, no fame to claim, just the echoes of sorrow, my silent name.

In the whispers of the wind, I fade, a forgotten soul, in the shadows, laid. No significance, no importance, I see, just a hollow vessel, without destiny.

In the tapestry of life, I’m but a thread, unnoticed, unseen, as the world spreads. No value, no worth, in anyone’s sight, just a fleeting moment, lost in the night.

In there, in the realm so high, you soar with grace, touching the sky. While down here, in the earth’s embrace, I stand humbly, in a quieter space.

You reside in the lofty heights, While I linger beneath in earthly sights. You are up there as I see , I am down here  below lost in the shadow.  For you I am worthless.

~Nodz