Marinela Marie

Not I - Here I sit upon the grass I look about, one moment's pass A fleeting peace that once takes over Much like a kiss by one's true lover As I stand and look upon The world around me under the sun How life so simple, mediocrity How men accept their life to be Not I, for I cannot accept The bland, the white, how I have wept I do not wish to take a part This little role dealt from the start It is not me, I cannot be Inconsequential, I cannot see For I look more outside the line And hope to gain that is not mine Not yet, the chase I come alive Imagination, free heart derive Disdain at those I am surround With pity to all who has not found That life is not what comes to thee But to seek that which will make you free Of chains that leave you bound to rock No movement, wonder I doth mock I cannot love one who takes hold Of only what not makes them bold The plain is not what I achieve No less if so, then I will grieve Go forth, be gone, if you cannot share The spark, adventure, compelling dare I cannot exist to only be Defined as mediocrity