How ironic
that I have become
all the things
I used to mock
and revile
in my youthful nativity
Not the way
I ever envisioned I would be
Such is the high price
of muddling conformity
Always settling
for the comfortable
low risk wave averse position
A member of
the obscure
anonymous median
Part of the muddling majority
Mired in our stagnant mediocrity
The nightmare
of always settling
and shortchanging
our sold out dreams
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