The War on MediocrityA Poem by Brennen HTwo stanzas is all it takes to explain why I'm tired of wasting my time and want to accomplish something special every day.
A shallow life, a hollow day
A morning lost, given way To great a cost, too much to pay Pay for the aching noon This time is given without much to give To a living I have yet to live. I have lost the day but what if The night comes much too soon? © 2014 Brennen HAuthor's Note
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