An Ode To Mediocrity
A feat most unremarkable,
An endeavor not worthy of praise,
An ambition falling short of standards,
not worthy enough to be raised.
The struggle to scratch perfection,
The zeal to hit a zenith forbidden,
In our own skin we lived our lives,
The passion perhaps was hidden.
We reveled in our own mediocrity,
A life most content we had,
Until the day we were summoned,
To the palace of illusory fads
They spoke to us of purpose,
Made us drink the motivation broth,
Fed us dreams and notions,
Until our minds were reduced to froth
The day they thought us ready,
We left the perfectionist womb,
Toddlers suited and booted,
World domination assumed.