MEDIOCRITY


We belong to the flat end of the world. Not rich or poor are we.
They gave us no hope to rise, we aren’t below the curve.
They don't expect us to fall, we aren’t above the curve.
Why, cause we live the perpetual life of a mediocre man.
Programmed to live and die are we, regardless of our own existence.
No right to dream have we, chained to the recurring reality.
They looked at us, even the blind could see-
us teetering on the edge of the abyss.
No time to spare contemplating our life's meaning.
Why, cause we live the perpetual life of a mediocre man.
No empathy from the narcissists, plundering our fortune and fate.
Blame us not for your rotten luck, they said.
You are just as guilty, fuelled with hatred and avenged by fate.
None cares to hear your tale they said.
Why, cause we live the perpetual life of a mediocre man.
But my tale is neither of regret nor pain, just a song we chant in vain.
Forged in heat and edged were we, but afraid to take a leap in life.
Nor legends or heroes are we. Our mediocre efforts lead to a mediocre life.
Broken hearts, withering dreams and transient hopes.
Yet I am a happy bird, tethered to a fragment of hope,
with the fantasy of endless horizons.

 
 

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