Mediocrity

I’m at the end of my tether

Neither have I reason nor will

To live

Like another headless zombie

With deadlights for eyes

Floating in a wisp of black smoke.

Mediocrity

Is a sickness plaguing this world

Because we’ve forgotten who we are

Someone.

We haven’t learned how to fight

For survival like the generations before us

We had the world waiting for us with

Open arms and laughter

As if our birth itself meant

Hope.

You see the trouble with being born is

You never understand why you’re here in the

First place.