Mediocrity

Crawling inside me -

Paralysing my heart and mind

And pushing me to find

That which I can’t yet see

Is this constant fear of mediocrity

Of this pity, sympathy

This harsh pull of gravity

Keeping my soul thirsty

This constant fear of mediocrity

This grasp on my heart

These shackles on my soul

Do you think it is this fear’s part

That is keeping me mediocre after all?

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