Ordinary

I live within
the ordinary.

My life
could be a copy
of yours.

Go to work,
go home
eat
sleep.

That is my
ordinary
life.

But –
my job is different from yours,
my family,
my health,
my wants, dreams, needs –
are they different from yours?

But-
we all breathe,
we all need sleep,
warmth,
nourishment,
dreams.

What makes
an unordinary
life?