fear

Why would I fear failure or mediocrity?
Every life is blighted by failure and mediocrity in some way or another,
It is impossible to be perfect to everyone or anyone,
A concentration,
A mix,
With juicy bits,
Smooth,
Everything is different even within one type there is nothing that is completely indistinctive.
I fail to do almost everything everyday,
I am distinctly mediocre at nearly all of the things I do everyday.
We all are,
No matter who we are,
And the sun shines and we lie beneath it and forget this,
And the sun is out when it shouldn’t be
And this should scare us too,
Because it points out our failures,
But succeeding is an impossibility in consideration of the pressures.
Tropicana is not the same as Tesco’s own,
Juicy bits are not the same as smooth,
It is obvious,
We know it,
Yet each has its failures,
What does it matter in the end?
Orange juice, the weakest metaphor
But full of vitamins which keep us alive,
I am alive now as the sun is hidden by a breaking cloud,
And I smile,
And the grass makes my legs slightly itch,
And the dry mud beneath it is hard upon my back,
And I fail to care.