Me....Them...Us....me

An existential oblivion.
An inclusive elimination.
A precise miss.
A noticeable blur.
A tremble in the tremolo.
A beat in the bass.
A missed note in the orchestra.
A broken guitar string.
A speck on the pane.
A stone in the grain
A mote in the eye
A key in the scheme
A silence in the script
A pause in the speech
A mute in the song
A letter in the prose
A petal in the rose
A drop in the ocean
A second in your lifetime
A moment in an epoch
A nail in the frame
A pixel on the screen
A brush stroke in the magnum opus
A flake on the iceberg
A strand on her mane
A mark on her hand
A dot on the wall
A leaf in fall
A bone in the carcass
A ray in the noon
A mediocre man
About to be famous
About just as unknown
Another life
Another face
Another breath
Another desire
Another and the other
Another loser
Another blogger
Another name
Another player
Another....

I stop here. If I am mediocre and have been that all my life then I would not have felt bad. Am I that Icarus whose aspiration to fly killed him? So...is mediocrity my bane or talent.?