Everyman

Somewhere in the middle of green
When the lights say, “go” and your thoughts
Say, “yes, now is the time,”
We embrace the attitude of perfect pitch
Where the melody undeniably falters
Because the ego remains so upright
And we just can’t quit or let go
Of our moment of destiny, greatness,
Long enough to accept that we are only one soul
In a line of millions trudging out our destiny
Then it suddenly dawns upon us
That we are no greater, nor any less,
Than all the others in the line
And we suppose life no longer matters
But I say this: it matters more!
Because now, instead of pleasing an audience,
We have only ourselves to please.