Ah. So?

     As I sit here, watching sports with a hazy head; it occurs to me that I'm the Everyman. And I'm okay with that; is that bad? Must I strive to be he best at anything? Can't I just be a good husband and a great friend - but an average worker and thinker? Why must I quantify myself at all? Alongside the discovery of my maturity as well, am I again becoming? If so, come wit my Dollface!! It might be close to Rome!

What?

How did it happen?

How did it pass me by?

Looking at my dream

Written in a language 

That is familiar,

Yet foreign somehow.

From where I stand

I can find one conclusion:

I became mature 

When I was not looking.