I Was Average Once
A single note
Shatters the room
Piercing, reverberating
Through the soul
Within a single heartbeat
Hundreds of voices join in sync
Rising, hovering, dying
Flowing like a river
Wrought with twists and turns
Telling a story
Only your heart can hear
And your soul can sing
We are your future
Prodigies play the violin
Overachievers play the viola
Geniuses play the cello
Philanthropists play the bass
How dreadfully awful it must be
To be absolutely average
Mediocracy: a bane
Normality: a curse
To command the strings
Is to bear the weight
Of the expectations of your audience
Straight A student
Full ride to Harvard
To bungle the notes
To cause a slight discord
A slight misstep
A blatant blunder
We are not perfect
We can not be everything you expect us to be