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The average mind draws us all behind the line

To where excellance cannot excel and will be kept behind

By a critical, cynical crowd in a skeptics shroud

Where the slightest difference is betrayed by a chorus strong and loud

With a fortitude of complaints and soliloquize to strangle all efforts down

For it is always the gifted that the average mind tries to drown

Whose burial they wish foremost to attend

With claims, He could have been better with us, as play pretend

But think not he can live without us!

So the crowd will cry closing in with a daggers thrust

The average mind draws us in to circle wagons

Where undisciplined minds gathers crowds of furious dragons

To loot, to pillage what one fine mind has wrought

For in the average mind jealousy and envy has remained undisciplined and untaught

Spins a web in which ingenuity is caught then lost

Where art and culture itself pays the final cost

Of the average mind