Slightly above average, that man, a merest notch more than ordinary
Just smart enough to see how boring and useless was the nature of his
life
Mired deeply in common torture with his mouth barely clearing the
muck of mediocrity
Sentenced
to be able to fully grasp the futility of his present,
Seeing the waste that is his past and predicting the folly in his
future
Yes, able to see and understand, but no, not able to control or to
alter
Consciousness of this simple absolute truth brings on a muted
disappointment
Yet another former would-be, still not quite sure what,
might-have-been
Above average but also not possessed of that great drive to riches or
to power
A man above the average, but not nearly enough, and that he knows for
sure
Not head and shoulders above the crowd but, frustratingly, almost
above eye level
A notch above the masses, but so far below those he must always look
up to
just a ittle more than average, man, just enough to really know his
place
Just enough for sad regrets, just enough to be able to see his
shortcomings
Just barely above enough to catch a glimmer of what his betters
contest
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