The great indifferenceMature

I want to be great,
what's so wrong with that?
I want to be known
and remembered in time.
I'm too mundane,
I don't have the spark,
the great difference.
I'm endowed
with moderate writing skills,
mood swings,
finally pen and paper.
I'll be lost and forgotten
full of emotion
then a great indifference.

The End

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