Of mediocrity and infamy..

Shall i choose a life of luxury?..

As fortune favors the bold or so they say..

O will I settle for the simple things?..

A simple meal without the trimmings..

A pathetic existence? I think not..

for all I need is what I got..

A pocket full of change as i ponder..

Is there more to this I wonder..

Living the life completing the dream..

But no one there as i raise my glass to victory..

all thats left.. Nothing just me..

I think, there must be something in between?.

Ill, place my bets, stand my ground..

for in that space I am bound..

To find that spot in the midst of it all..

And keep myself straight, try not to fall..

to neither mediocrity or infamy..

and stay in the spot where I should be..

Keep myself intact with everybody..

So as to save myself from insanity..