Who Needs the Average

A poem for the Grandeous

Who Needs the Average

 

 

Misunderstood intrepid,

what does it take to understand

the mind of those who don't live

in the dirt,

in the line,

smudged coils of wool on the floor in the rooms

of their minds.

 

To sail free is harder than any discipline,

a hundred super citizens and OCD maniacs

couldn't understand that to live is to let go,

detach the rope from the dock,

taking angles as we sail not following lanes,

self appointed causeways that are for the

junk minds,

small thoughts

without perspective they live,

so, closed in,

tunnel vision in the light of enlightenment.

 

Running hard,

a thousand steps from A to B,

yet the released mind leaps in a single bound

surpass’s the guilded ropes of conformity.

 

They call us Grandeous

dreamers of worthless dreams,

shame on them that don’t believe in shapes,

shapes in the clouds that are real,

the ticking of the clock doesn't make us insane,

the jabbering of the average does.