Reality

 The soaring heights, so overbearing 

And mighty struggle, hero’s fight 

It is so boring, stale in its retelling 

The blossoming of love, the light

Just poison for the masses, swelling

Against the ocean of the mean

Besides the aggregate of mind

A spark of meaning breathes thin

A touch of feeling, last and blind

The worthless, useless speck of dust

Within the storm of mediocre whole

You stand, not proud, and not just

Just humble, fearless, bold, and tall

And restless, worried, judging fast

So hypnotized by hungry maw of life’s black hole.

The meaning of this life still slipping from your grasp

Not caring and committed

Not worried and so loved

I envy you my steep ideal

I won’t be there, not ever

Into reality most shoved…