Is it here or is it there?
Where shall I lo?
It has never been here nor there –
Can I even glow?
Common I am and plain –
Like all the rest.
It seems average is my bane,
Can I even give it wrest?
If not here nor there –
Perhaps it is then,
My place to fair,
In time, but when?
But average is now, not then.
I must be more,
To be recalled when –
For greatness is my implore!
For I envy the respite,
Of all I see and meet.
Their calm my spite,
Their acceptance my defeat.
I shall be more and surely –
I ought not be leery,
Else my implore is but folly –
To secure my place in history!
To seek it then,
I forsake it now.
To reject it then,
Is to settle now.
For now is not then,
And I am but one.
I need only one den,
For I am alone.
Living now for when,
I am long gone,
Securing my value for when,
My time already spent and done.
Why this gap?
Within my soul,
While my head on lover’s lap,
Why yet not enough for the toll?
So still I race –
In search through time and space.
Will its light grace my face?
Will I ever find my place?
