I am an average,
A painful average,
I have lived in the same
Averaged size house, on an
Average street, in an
Average little town,
my entire life.
And when I look out of my
Average size window,
I can see hills,
Mountains,
Caging me in,
Warning, threatening that
Average is something I will never rise above.
But the word average never appears in my dreams.
In my dreams I am stood on top of those mountains.
I am staring out into a beautiful world where I can be anything,
Where average does not exist.
And then I wake up.
In the same
Average size bed. In my
Average little house.
But those dreams…
It is our dreams that give us hope.
That tell us we can defeat our demons.
Our dreams remind us that
Average is not an aspiration,
It is merely a stepping stone.
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2 comments:
I liked this. Very pretty.
I feel average sometimes too. But then, really, what is 'average'? The sum of the components minus their frequency? How do you know that somewhere, someone else doesn't have a slightly different number to you? Doesn't that make us unique?
It's too early to be thinking about crap like that.
English Coursework Alert!!
^_~
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