It is just as great on the other side
Still that sincere yearning of an average heart, beating well and true
In this new found land, of paled red white and blue
A desire that has now aged, a passion that now burns cheaper and slower
Amber of forgotten loves, plain-Jane cars and average careers flickers
I discover expectedly unimpressive strengths, they say I communicate well
Especially of my relentless half-assed struggle that involves a show and tell
In the face of time brutality, she is relentless in her approach, ticking and tocking
Marking my non celebratory achievements and easily trivialized pain flocking
And still that deep yearning of my average heart, beats steady and with clue
Of wanting to be successful and wishing that it were already true
But plagued with an undefined source of anguish, from some corner it stares
Everywhere and nowhere, perhaps not exactly an uncommon affair
A doomed eradication of this weight seems par for the course
I have tried a blissful companionship, travel, outdoors and now verse
Is this depression lite, is this normalcy bright?
I seek hope glimmering in these regular mediocrity frights
Your solace or your disbelief or your external affirmation cannot help mitigate
My attempts to forget where I stopped short with callous intent
It is a realization post seven hours of sleep, that your destiny is not yet of painful greatness
But of a comfortable existence, occasional struggles and measured terseness
