Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

A NEW NORMAL

I suppose it’ll suffice-

This isolated existence-

A shadow of a former life.

I will be content with mediocrity.

There is much I long for-

None of which is fitting for me.

I will get back into my lane-

It’s the mantra spoken frequently.

Idly, I’ll sit in my chair-

Accepting what is presented to me.