Ordinary

It was ordinary when I ran laughing dreaming sweet dreams, completely.. see me there, young! hair flowing.. singing. And what of it, what of self? I care less and less yet seek to live find happiness or what I knew of it. Shake my collar down another day to work, feed my needs and those of dear ones. Yet I began to wonder, one day is there anything God-like in ordinary? I see tired bees, selfless in toil never again to fly.. do they yet smile..? and.. is there a message in this for you and I. See me there, young! hair flowing.. so ordinary... yet singing still, like a bee.. so wonderfully ordinary my only need.