The worst form of existence

Now I know,

Is Mediocrity

The mere survival,

Where I’d never know

Neither The tragedy

Of losing

Nor  the fantasy

Of winning.

But I would rather die

Than  believe

That greatness

I will never achieve

where my passion does  lie.

The thought is haunting me.

And to its power

My resistance is failing me,

Mediocrity is the worst form of existence.

That I know!