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Average by Lelia Thomas

Businessmen
With their broken, unfeeling smiles,
Icicle souls—
Sell-out, paper-pushing
Prayers for frivolous
Materials.

Spring and summer,
Living in cubicle caverns,
Craving salvation of skyscrapers,
Severing dreams daily—
Doubts families, forgotten faith—
Falling and winter.

What void vessels!
Wineless cellars…
They who are…
Kings with no crowns,
Ladies of no lace,
Healers with no hope.
They who are…
Average.

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Written in 2004, this is how I feel about the majority of people in the world. We become slaves to 9-to-5 jobs that mean nothing to us. It happens; sometimes it has to happen. But if you want more in your family or in your life, go for it. Don’t be average and too afraid to see it through.