bipolar dream

i don’t want to be lucky
i don’t want the big prizes
the silly balloons falling
or even the gigantic check
 
instead i want anonymity
to be overlooked
a number five on the chart
medium in the world of extar-large
 
i would rather go about my day
move along, “nothing to see here”
feel happy, but just happy enough
 
i can
pay my bills on time
have a little left over “for me”
 
once a week take a cab instead of the bus
so don’t expect much
you get what you see
i’m ordinary wrapped
in a plain brown bag
i’ll just sit here on the couch
watching re-runs of csi
waiting for my 11 o’clock
bed time
 
there’s nothing remarkable about
the things that i do
the music i like
the books that i read
 
me
 
glb /// “bipolar dream”