Mediocrity

I travelled the world, in the hope that I’d find

Something special, unique, and sublime

Put my fate in the hands of Dame Fortune, and hoped

she’d come up with the goods, in due time

But I’ve reached the conclusion, perverse though it sounds

That there’s nothing out there, of great note

Not a thing I expected to bring me delight

Has succeeded in floating my boat

But I’m equally sure, just to balance the books

That there’s nothing that makes me depressed

Life’s just pretty banal, unexciting and dull

Disappointing at best, I’d suggest

Some do say, I’m a difficult bugger to please

A demanding and fussy old churl

But it just seems existence is pretty mundane

Just a road to be travelled, that’s all

So, I’ll just carry on with the same daily drudge

And stop searching for things more alluring

Mediocrity’s fine, it’s quite safe and benign

And that’s something I find reassuring

Even so, if you feel, that I’m settling for less

than I should, and my outlook’s too gloomy

I hope that you find something special out there

But I’ve got what I need, that’ll do me