Here I sit upon the grass
I look about, one moment’s pass
A fleeting peace that once takes over
Much like a kiss by one’s true lover

As I stand and look upon
The world around me under the sun
How life so simple, mediocrity
How men accept their life to be

Not I, for I cannot accept
The bland, the white, how I have wept
I do not wish to take a part
This little role dealt from the start

It is not me, I cannot be
Inconsequential, I cannot see
For I look more outside the line
And hope to gain that is not mine

Not yet, the chase I come alive
Imagination, free heart derive
Disdain at those I am surround
With pity to all who has not found

That life is not what comes to thee
But to seek that which will make you free
Of chains that leave you bound to rock
No movement, wonder I doth mock

I cannot love one who takes hold
Of only what not makes them bold
The plain is not what I achieve
No less if so, then I will grieve

Go forth, be gone, if you cannot share
The spark, adventure, compelling dare
I cannot exist to only be
Defined as mediocrity