What does it mean to be normal?
Is this a way we are born?
Do extraordinary men burst forth from the womb,
filled with the traits that will make them rise?
For oh so many years many have wondered aloud,
are great men born or do ordinary men learn to be great?
Are leaders taught or is it an inborn trait?
We are all unique in our own way,
we all surely desire to be better each day.
Some men rise to heights never seen,
some men go to places beyond their dreams.
For most though a life full of average is all they shall see,
a life filled with but day dreams of what they hoped they would be.
When you are done and your name is on the roll,
what will your life have been but a lackadaisical stroll?
Will time ever remember that you were even on this earth,
or will the memories of you fade as if into a dark, abysmal dearth?
So many questions and so few answers to each.
Ask yourself this, is there time left to grasp the goals you hope to reach?
You will never stop the sands of time as they flow,
But will your life ever be any more than a faint glow?
In the end maybe fate has already made the choice for you,
maybe average and ordinary is the most you will do.
What is normal, I must wonder once more,
what is extraordinary and who is it for?
Answers still left to each of us to find,
as we desperately fight back the sands of time.