True Love of Coffee

There I was, just trying to be me.
Who I needed to be, the person I tried to believe
I wasn’t remarkable, nor very special
Just a person, on a fateful day of significance
Where I could choose, to be more

I did not know much, and I often didn’t care to
My stature was tall, but average enough to often go unnoticed
Some said I was creative, but then usually found me bland
While others thought I was interesting, even when they ignored me

My life was not complex, but it was far from simple
On some days I could be so busy, that all I wanted was rest
In the morning I would drag myself awake, yet never conscious
The afternoon would be typically normal, but never boring
During the evening I would find myself quiet, but inside I was screaming

I was not a person that one would remember, or forget
My actions would define many moments, yet never earn me honorable mention
The things I did well, were balanced by the poor things that no one else took credit for
Yet I, the average person, was without true satisfaction or knowing desire
Simply because I believed how amazing being mediocre could be

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