Frustrations of Mediocrity

Frustrations of Mediocrity

The man sits looking at his hands.
They dance upon an illuminated board
Painting emotions upon a glowing screen
Laughing at their intent of emotion.

Once these digits were young
Once they painted images for you
Once they cared nothing of themselves
Once these digits were young

Now they wonder where they’ve been
Where have their thoughts gone
Their wishes and dreams
Their feelings and ambitions.

Lingering between ages alone
No longer young, nor old
Indecisive in impressions
Unsure of past and future

They no longer dance
No longer paint
Only fail at their farce
Limited visionary