Everyone

Everyone.

Everyone sits.

Everyone blissed.

Everyone silently bringing in guests.

Everyone looks.

Everyone longs to book.

Everyone, a part mastered.

Everyone is a masterful disaster.

Everyone is a glorious conceit.

Everyone, waiting for the means to be elite.

Everyone starves for the offer.

Everyone waiting for direction to their marker.

Everyone beneath their shield of blue and green, red and pink.

Everyone sits looking at the bathroom, waiting to reapply in front of the sink.

Everyone sinks in their self-deceit.

Everyone plagued by self-defeat.

Everyone has a way to say hello and goodbye.

Everyone chooses the safety of standby.

Everyone is busy with eagerness.

Everyone, looking makes them busy with uneasiness.

Everyone, devoid of gussy.

Everyone wants to feel fuzzy.

Everyone has a thought.

Everyone wants to be bought.

Everyone writes it down.

Everyone with something to endow.

Everyone is creative.

Everyone is mosaic.

Everyone with something to say.

Everyone has a price they deserve to be paid.

Everyone wants to stay.

Everyone is near the dismay.

Everyone, thoughts bleed “What will they say!”

Everyone, terrified to ask for pay.

Everyone thinks they are short of worth it.

Everyone, so much more than a statistical bit.

Everyone has something to offer.

Everyone, big, tall, medium, or the smaller.

Everyone alive!

Everyone is filled with respite!

Everyone tries with all their might!

Everyone facing the dynamite’s ignite!

Everyone deserving more than a speck.

Everyone has something they “peck, peck, peck!”

Everyone, driven to be everywhere, alone or in a pair.

Everyone, creating from their despair.

Everyone refuses to entirely bail.

Everyone yells for prevail.

Everyone sits and disorderly exhales.

Everyone sits.

Everyone has a need to persist.

Everyone is different and the same.

Everyone has some unwritten pain.

Everyone feels a little or very lame.

Everyone, one after the other in the lane.

Everyone filled with disdain.

Everyone and their self-inverted vain, those around them unfazed.

Everyone, agony in being unheard, a melody silenced in the maze.

Everyone and the little need to set off in banter.

Everyone, directionless in their canter.

Everyone, the silhouette in their voice.

Everyone, glorious in their poise.

Everyone terrified, their flesh potentially berated.

Everyone, a lone fighter in their internal devalue. Everyone, seemingly jaded in being celebrated.

Everyone, an unrecognized market.

Everyone, a thought-provoking artist.

Everyone, a dealer of a stupendous time.

Everyone can make us feel a little high.

Everyone with a mending to supply.

Everyone with something for the world to apply.

Everyone sits, too scared.

Everyone sits and sits, afraid to dare.

Everyone fails to see.

Everyone, their value is so distinct.

Everyone, those born blonde and turned so pink.

Everyone, born auburn turned jet-black and almost unseen.

Everyone, born with a head full of hair, a scalp with no hair to be seen.

Everyone whose voice is meek but joy-filled.

Everyone whose voice is low and promising thrill.

Everyone, voices high, can make others touch the sky.

Everyone, voices parched to speak.

Everyone, eons from their peak.

Everyone wrong.

Everyone is more than a story gone too long, avoiding life’s sharpest prong.

Everyone has a tale to be told.

Everyone has a journey waiting to unfold.

Everyone has a youth to be revived.

Everyone wants to be televised.

Everyone has the right to be something more than what they’ve been told.

Everyone should get up and get going to the poll.

Everyone has a poll ending their toll.

Everyone should be counted, whether onstage or on a ballot.

Everyone on their feet ready to defeat, their figurative mallet.

Everyone, armed to face.

Everyone, a life that belongs to them in every case.

Everyone, everyone needs to see, never just you and me.

Everyone, it is our need to be.