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It's Mostly Bland Man
Life isn’t solely about
Striving for greatness
Sure, greatness is great
And it may come along
From blue moon to time
Appreciate it when it does
But it’s a fable of myth and deceit
Greatness is
You must sit down and set your life’s
Irrational radar straight, no sugar to coat
No beating the bush, no dancing around
No time to lie to your misguided self
Just cock both eyes on the dull prize
Looking straight down your barrel
Aim to embrace the mediocre
The mundane and lame
The middle frumpy chunk
For this is where you spend
Most of your life’s time
Turning the key on fulfilment
Keeping your head on
Knowing your heart is strong
Comes from the moments of not
Worth mentioning mediocrity
From accepting that life is mostly bland
Man
Tirelessly soak in the tame
Until your rose-tinted glasses
Lay nakedly bare to witness
The invisible grains of greatness
Sprinkled into the grey wash of life
Where the sun comes face to face
With your mortal, moral fate