When to make peace
With mediocrity
Is an enviable proposition
Imagine -
What lot in the present,
What predicament
Could make you
Have such a thought as this!
- When their heroes
With whom you seek camaraderie
Looked up
To you as an enigma…
How now fallen
You seem….
Or have you just, come full circle?
Or perhaps, just about?
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