COMMON DREAMS

What of the plight of the common man,
How does he fit into the master plan?

Will there be a hole when he leaves this earth
Or will the space be filled with another birth?

And what of the purpose for those unheralded men;
Is their time spent here, their time to spend,

Or is their existence, a mere filler state,
With a dictated life, dictated fate.

To return to the soil from which they came,
Missing Andy's few minutes of sensation and fame,

Leaving behind a gross epitaph on faded stone
In a field full of dandelions and grass overgrown?

What marks this race of commonality,
And does this family happen to include him?

With his crome-plated lunchbox and blood-shot eyes,
Are these dreams his dream, or his mind's perverse lies?