Common

I hope
That we can
Find a home
For the common man
Even though they say
We all go one day
I don’t know
About that yet
I think that
This might be as good as it gets
I know
The city is closed
But they make a point
If you stay composed
This happens every time
When you put it that way
Racing blood
And folding lines
To say that
This is as much as i want
Wasted
The gold grass
Passed the test
With an empty nest
Even though i lost
A few good bets
I don’t think
About them now
Cause maybe this is as good as it gets