By Grace Blessing

You see I'm everyday people,

Unique, quirky and unusual,

Blood pumping through our veins,

Bone structured to operate the same,

Searching for something that speaks to the soul – our independent aims.

You see I'm everyday people,

Extraordinary, talented and lethal,

Painting our path like a canvas on easel,

Seeking to build a life we design as peaceful.

You see I'm everyday people,

Forces to be reckoned with as individual or collectives,

Looking to find shared beliefs and passions,

To fit into something so sweet some may call this treacle.