You are aggressively mediocre And your thoughts belong to others You occupy a space best reserved For those bubbling with original thought Your mass is simple weight With no power plant to lift It from the gravity of self
I crave the company of people With sparks of wit and muse Whose conversation is such That they make me think and smile And be on my own best mettle
So, upon you I will not settle Your imagination stops At your front door and ventures No further for fear of getting lost
Instead I will be the co-pilot Aboard a ship that skims the worlds In a multi-verse made of chaos and string And I will swim in pools of radiant plasma And bask in light and warmth From suns that gestate the DNA
I am not bound for compromise That craft does not leave its dock I will not agree to mediocrity Despite your championing of that cause I will take flight a thousand times And soar where the lesser fear to tread