A mind
wanders in the depths of mediocrity
Plugged by
the despairs of normalness
Why I not
be Dante
Why I not
be Alexander
Maybe once
a man walked
When I smiled
& laughed
Now a shell
turns
Grating on
the hollowed emotions
Why I not see
the winter
That stings
the heart & the cheek
Why I not
see the summer
That singes
the heart & the brow
Maybe the
smile will return
But will it
ever touch the eyes
Maybe the birds
will dance
But will
the fires be lit
Till then
all I will do
Chin up
soldier on
Walk a
million miles
Turn and
give a rueful smile
