Even my fear mediocrity
Is all but mediocre
For it won't let me shake off the shackles
That chain me to
Howmuchever I might pretend to care
But this mediocrity is my home
And my tomb to be ever
Even this poem may be not an attempt at shying away from the mediocre
But an attempt instead to embrace it
And cash it in to celebrate the fear to have ever remained mediocre
I do not even want to lose this fear
I fear losing or worse outgrowing this fear
For it is only this fear
That keeps me below mediocre
What would I even look forward to or hide/cower from if it/this fear ain't there
If it weren't for her/this fear
Cliche platitudes and tropes many/inning to score
Mundane, prosaic and the dross
Are my companions for sure
Running in circles
Reaching nowhere
Seeing my image at each turn, every corner
That is my journey from
Mediocre to mediocre
Sliding down the slopes of sanity
Traversing the many tropes mundane
I have reached such troughs of life
Where mediocrity is an ambition to reach
A liberation hewn in prosaic
And fastened unto the cliche
I strive for mediocrity
Stifling in the banality of my dreams
Jealousy, zeal, compassion or love
Even the peaks of anger are no cure/escape
From the balustrade that keeps rising each sigh
And imprisons me further and high
In the walls of my mire of mediocre
All mixed into one big shear
Tearing apart my heart's desire
Cocconing me in the mire of mediocre
Shall lay dead forever
In the mire of the mundane
Than raise my head
Over the bog of mediocrity
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