Celebration

I am a celebration of mediocrity

I’ll leave my mark like a stick might

in the sand on the beach

I am paralyzed by the constraints

Of the mundane everydays

That keep passing despite

Every effort to make a change

I’m just looking for my slice of the pie

Like a vulture waiting

for something else to die

And if I don’t wake up

In the morning like I should

Please consider this my good-bye

Don’t draw attention to my tattered shell

Just embrace this; my lofty farewell

I’ve got nothing left to give

I take back everything I said

And regret having done

most of the things I did

I’m malfunctioned to the point of obsolete

I need someone to put me out of my misery

Just put me in a box

With a whiskey on the rocks

And let me fade into anonymity

Welcome to my nightmare

The one that seems so tame

Welcome to my life here,

where the excuses sound so lame

I guess this is the standard

Because no one else is afraid

I should be adaptative

And learn how to play the game

And I can’t relate the terror

And I can’t communicate

How hard it is to fake.