I’m forced to walk where my feet go
I’m forced to wonder on what I know
I’m forced to move by winds of mind
I’m forced to suffer, for I’ve been unkind
I’m forced to walk where my feet go
I’m forced to wonder on what I know
I’m forced to move by winds of mind
I’m forced to suffer, for I’ve been unkind
the suffering of mediocrity
may force descent
into obscurity
creating happiness
in lack a simplicity
now tempting
soothing
a balm for chaos
out of reach
while chasing fame’s
firefly light — too brief
but that’s all he had
no eyes on me
and false transcendence
on his teeth
a crooked smile
that sucked you in,
that devilish grin
and the way with words
and pen
maddening
my own seeds
of frustration
anger
ripening
never free
until the causes
are purified: undo
unhappiness-to-be
enter —
the space and freedom
of mediocrity