Marl Lane

Am I?
I!
A child of mediocrity
And sound upbringing,
Doomed to a life of normality?
It would appear so,
the more I see of our heroes today.
All those who are admired,
Take admiration as atonement for their childhood.
Or is this one if those absurd points of view.
Because one has no memory stock with which to write of experience from, does not mean it would be fruitless to try.
Although saying this appears redundant when you review your own portfolio.
Why are the happy more often than not famous?
Why do we want fame?
Or is it just so? I cannot imagine so.
The price of fame seems to be retrospective pain, whilst innocent, more often than not leading to proactive choices of moral disrepute.
Should we be searching for sadness that leads to eventual peace?
Perhaps we should be more content, knowing that everything that they have that we do not,
and should be thankful for it.