Poem For The Simple Man

Coming home every day Dead tired from the mundane factory With not very much to say About dying creativity Thinking of being a somebody Like favorite stars on TV The bad dream that goes on endlessly And we just know that it will never be Waking up to the birth of a new day Thinking that life just isn't fair And without all that very much to say Work beckons for our just share Just a simple man Like most everybody Not much of a plan Craving to be somebody Working on an assembly line Really needing all that money Knowing that it isn't too fine But...wife and beautiful baby Coming home almost dead Wife's depressed and angrier And the baby's not fed But you know she's a winner This life is really killing all of you And you persevere and stare And now you're turning bitter blue But you go to work and do your share Just a simple man Like most everybody Not much of a plan Craving to be somebody One day we will all wake up dying Awakening to the freeing sun Cursing faltering mourning Life Just Isn't All That Much Fun We've lied to ourselves before About wanting to be somebody So why not just this once more Strive to be that unique somebody... We keep living in the land of make-believe And blaming it all on fate But I think that some day we will want to leave It won't even be too late Just a simple man Like most everybody Having a new plan Being that Somebody