Average


When I imagine them in that house,
they're unrecognizable,
but all too familiar.
I imagine her as her mother,
I imagine him as his father--
responsible for way too many people,
hopelessly unhappy.

Whether they'll acquire
the delusional denial of their father,
or the helpless dependence of their mother,
may be the only part of their existence
left undecided.

I see them adding a fourth generation
to that house way too young.
I see their bright blue eyes, full of wonder,
but getting duller everyday,
as they fill with visions of what's to come.
I see them fade into lives they don't deserve,
full of regret and Newports.
I see them melt into the miserable population
we call average.

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