Mediocre

Mediocre aspirations
Lead to
Mediocre life.

Mediocre,
The colour of ochre,
A distasteful vegetable,
Indeed.

Mediocre,
Like the well worn path,
One I try not
To follow.

Yet as I sit,
Under the mediocre tree,
And look out into it's garden,
I have want for
Such distasteful vegetable,
But not one
Shall pass these lips,
Nor shall I inhale
Robustly,
The scent of
The mediocre flowers.

I shall never be
Mediocre.

*I believe in reality I have fallen into mediocrity, but the first step is to acknowledge it and the next is to decide how to extract myself from it.