Destined for Greatness, but Doomed to Mediocrity
By Michael Tronnolone for The Twenty Year Dream and Rosemary and Time
Because I think right now I'm at a low.
Waiting for the day that my life bounces back,
ready to charge right at it and attack.
I was born with golden eyes, you see.
Ever since that day, it's been a struggle for me
against forces of which I cannot control.
I can't stay stuck on another's payroll.
A wise old woman who lived in the dark
thinks in my brain, there might a spark
of something. Specifics, she cannot confirm.
I didn't see her after that term.
At the start of the next, I was all too eager,
while my allies felt that their knowledge was meager.
Emotional intelligence? I was oblivious.
The best get frightened when life becomes serious.
I built myself so big and so tall,
but the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
So that's where I stayed, down there in those trenches.
For sports, I was always kept on the benches.
All those around me, myself included,
did all that they could to keep me excluded,
and docile, deluded, and down in the dumps.
I think I'm almost over the final few bumps.
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We all know it ebbs and flows,but I'll tell you something no one else knows.
It's not gonna get better, it's boring and stale,
and it's not gonna change. We exist to fail,
and I thought I was gonna grow up to be something.
I thought I was some kind-a godking.
But the reality of my current situation
is nothing but soulless, eternal damnation.
I know that I'm out here rolling the dice,
'cos the odds got me hooked, they were meant to entice
all the fools, like myself, who just wanted a slice
of the beauty of that foolish paradise.
They told me that I could do anything.
Now inside the lines is where I'm colouring.
I'm docile, deluded, but it's where I should be.
I was destined for greatness, but doomed to mediocrity.