Mundane
Mundane, Mundane so stupidly Mundane.
Always filled with boring pain,
and trying to find ways to complain.
Everything I do is in vain,
because there is so victory to gain,
there is no villain to restrain.
Mundane, Mundane so Averagely Mundane.
Bus cards and a life so plain,
let me escape from these mortal chains.
I want to take a trip on a plane,
or see how they built a crane,
maybe even see Superman stop a train.
Mundane, Mundane so Oddly Mundane.
Lipstick like a stain,
kiss a lover in the rain
Have feelings so strong, I can’t contain,
with butterflies fluttering, I ignore my brain,
one day I wish I could walk down that white lane.
Mundane, Mundane so Beautifully Mundane.
I love my time being mundane,
I don't need to explain,
why I now love being mundane.
Because one day in your domain
the reason will flood you brain,
and you will try to retain...
Why you hated...being mundane.
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