the unnoticed...

cai sent me a link to this poem:

The Man In The Bowler Hat by A. S. J. Tessimond

I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage,
the colour of the mounting morning pipe smoke.
I am the man too busy with a living to live,
Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:
The man who is patient too long and obeys too much
And wishes too softly and seldom.

I am the man they call the nation's backbone,
Who am boneless - playable castgut, pliable clay:
The Man they label Little lest one day I dare to grow.
I am the rails on which the moment passes,
The megaphone for many words and voices:
I am the graph diagram,Composite face.
I am the led, the easily-fed,
The tool, the not-quite-fool,
The would-be-safe-and-sound,
The uncomplaining, bound,
The dust fine-ground,
Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round


so true isn't it. we're all so insignificant in this world, wanting to make a difference but end up disillusioned and jaded with everything in the world. sigh...

do i want to be just an ordinary person in this world? i really have no idea. i want to excel, but the drive and motivation is just not strong enough.