yet i wallow in the wading pool of mediocrity

there is nothing left to do for now, but to snap out of it. this looming gloom of every day which sends me tumbling through my very own slow decay. i am here, this is now. tomorrow will come, eventually but 'til then, this listlessness and sad foray will not do. i ponder and i wonder about this extrication of self and sorrow from the famed writing of tomorrow. unwritten, undigested.
yet i wallow.

"One Of The Brightest Stars"

One day your story will be told.
One of the lucky ones who's made his name.
One day they'll make you glorious,
Beneath the lights of your deserved fame.
And it all comes round.
Once in a lifetime like it always does.
Everybody loves you 'cause you've taken a chance,
Out on a dance to the moon, too soon.
And they'll say told you so.
We were the ones who saw you first of all.
We always knew that you were one of the brightest stars.
One day they'll tell you that you've changed,
Though they're the ones who seem to stop and stare.
One day you'll hope to make the grave,
Before the papers choose to send you there.
And it all comes round.
Once in a lifetime like it always does.
Nobody loves you 'cause you've taken a chance,
Out on a dance to the moon, too soon.
And they'll say told you so.
We were the ones who saw you first of all.
We always knew that you were one of the brightest stars.
And they'll say told you so.
We were the ones who saw you first of all.
We always knew that you were one of the brightest