An Ordinary Dime

I am stuck
In an ordinary time
With an ordinary mind
There's not a thing
Great or grotesque
Happening

I've misplaced
An ordinary dime
But I have another dime
And I have no use
For a dime
Anyway

I'm a member
Of the opinionless tribe
That doesn't care to be
Dead or alive
Cause we haven't got a clue
Of what either is

I am sitting
In my ordinary home
And I am ordinarily alone
'Cause there's not a person
I can find
To interest me

Now, if I were
In an apocalyptic hell
Well, I suppose that I could tell
If I enjoyed it
Or if I desired
To take my leave

Or if I were
Soaring through the air
I suppose that it would be fair
To say I'd be wondering
What would happen
When I hit ground

Maybe if I could be
Chased by a mob
I'd have a real reason to sob
But as it is
I'm so indifferent
I don't know what to feel

Or if I were
In love and torn apart
I could feel the aching in my heart
I could be a melancholic
And say without love
I would rather die

But as I feel
No love or loathe
Feel no happiness
I feel no woe
I just walk past the same old scene
I walked past yesterday

I've misplaced
An ordinary dime
But I have another dime
And I have no use
For a dime
Anyway