Why me, can you not see, I do not seek, to be
more than mediocrity -
How often have you and I, in our ignorance
asserted that we are no more than normal
plain folk, who do not stray the beaten path
Day to day do chores and pray,
hope things will get no worse,
would not trade this state called status quo
believe in change of yesterday,
accept tomorrow before it comes
hide among the many-who are normal
when we stand up to be counted
survived, weathering the storms
of probability and chance
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