Mediocrity

The blood of innocents pours forth,

Emptied out by their own hearts.

Dawn rises on the death of Darkness,

Those who are waiting for change

Will see no change come to this world,

For it is those who fight against change

That will prevail; no one opposes them.

As the blood of innocents pours forth,

Pooling on the ground, liquid life

Left to fade away in the memories

Of those who settle for mediocrity.

So the sun sets, and Darkness rises

Gathering at the funeral of Knowledge.

We brace for a new Renaissance,

Yet we cannot see the sun setting,

The coming of a new Dark Age

Where information is so free,

No one sees what is not there.

The knowledge that no one uses

Will slip away, until it is all gone,

Gone to shadows and dust,

Left to fade away in the memories

Of those who did not settle for mediocrity.