Background Character
Lost in my morning coffee,
I watch the hipsters
dominate the street.
I feel like I’m just a character
in the background
a nameless face in the crowd
A place filler in a masterpiece.
I’m sitting at a table,
working on my first novel.
The gendarmes are patrolling the streets.
I’m worried that they will chase me away.
Move the vagrant along..
If the artist had given me a chance,
I could have been someone.
Instead I’m just a character
in the background on someones canvas.
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