Commmon People

Listening to Pulp I begin to wonder, I am one of those mentioned in Common People. Although I got up every morning with a purpose, I can see something in my horizon, and I think I have a prospect, still I am common. I still worried about my job,very worried. I will rent a flat and cut my hair once in three months. No matter how hard I work, I am just another common people where the meaning of life depend on now, not the future, now. The future is composed of now.  Maybe I am not that common. Single father who really want to become only a father, a teacher, a best friend (of course, forever), and a big brother of his only daughter.


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