The Price of Ordinary

There are two worlds.
But to the untrained eye, 
The inhabitants of each walk side by side.
The first world is the ordinary world.
Its constituents conform to societal norms.
They walk in time to the beat of the loudest drum.
And they are motivated by the desire for personal profit.
Like I said, it’s the ordinary world,
Ordinary people wanting ordinary things
And doing what they have to do to get those things.
And then there is the other world.
For now, the other world is relegated to the outskirts
Because they do not conform to societal norms.
They bend themselves to the will of a still small voice
That whispers out of the heavenly realm.
They are motivated, not by personal profit,
But by the desire for otherworldly gains.
But soon the balance will tip the other way
When the cost of ordinary becomes to high
And the returns become too low.
Ruin, in short.
Ruin will tip the scales.
But some will hold onto the ordinary world until the end.
They will cling to the rails even as the ship goes down.
I shirk to think of it.