And I feel stuck
in the colorless abyss of good,
of average.
The worst thing about good,
you can't condemn t
for it's not bad
but you can't love it
for it's not great.
And here I am
in this world of average,
of forced satisfaction
with the traces of 'like'
far from 'love'.
The second best.
I don't belong here.
Too late did I understand
what it feels like
to deserve the best
and to be stuck
with the average.
It's my fault
and remarkably,
it's not too late
to mend it.
It's late but not too late.
And I have one choice to make.
Choose to be the best among the average
or leave behind the average
take a risk of life
and strive for the best.
In the end,
I think the choice is not between good and the best
but between being a
sparrow and an eagle.
A sparrow can fly
but she can never reach the height.
An eagle needs to work an extra mile
but once she reaches the height,
you'll be hard pressed
to pull her down.
It's flying
and if a sparrow tries,
she can reach the eagle
but if an eagle tries
she'll forever outfly the flies.
So what to do,
strive for the best among the average
or let go of all
and strive for the best
with the possibility of getting the worst the next time.
I think I'll take a chance.
A road not taken
a life changing risk.
But as they say,
only with the possibility of prison
comes the true excitement of a con.
So I'll take a shot
for good or for worse,
I'll be the eagle...
