Chicken Soup for the Brain

When the days are hijacked
By your own in- competencies
And smiles turned down
Scared to look in their eyes

When the joy of victory
Is only half hearted
A nervous cheer
Justifying what is not required

The ugly compromise
Of mediocrity, and faded yellows
Purpose less droopy eyes
And a skeleton will to support the sight

What would it take?
To hold the self in high regard
To worship the ego
To reject this tragic – self suicide

To create dissonance,
When the drive overrules conventions
And the follies of the mind
Find no time in the play of life

The ugly compromise
You can well be a thought out choice
But the liberty to excel
Is a right, only the brave will exercise

As  the days go by
And mediocrity takes it toll
Dear, little mind
Take heed
The jaded doesn’t mean corrupted
And paucity doesn’t mean demise

The absolute reality, distant as it might seem..
Is that a true purpose will find its means

When fear becomes nostalgia
And spirit an unfettering beast
When the average is provoked
And critiqued into submission
Is when the self will come to be

When remorse is not at the days end
But for the end of limited days
When the ugly compromise
Is dead and buried
The many personal victories
Paying homage everyday

Dear, little mind
Take heed
Compromises don't meet finality
And fate remains fluid
Till you color the ugly
Till you accept the deal