Ordinary soul for sale

I must have closed my eyes at the sign
Looked away and doubted what stood before me
My soul was for sale, and it was ordinary

Not great and wild like a wolf
Not free and loud like a bird
But ordinary as if to discredit me 

There must have been a mistake
I live my life without holding back
I climbed all the mountains

Conquered my fear of life 
And I lived proudly
As if each day was my last

How could I have been ordinary
When I finally felt like I belong
And that’s when it hit me 

I had lived all my life to be accepted
Never to be the exception to the rule
I was an ordinary soul for sale 

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