just when you think you know yourself

life can creep up on you, the unwary,

to reveal a new persona that stares back

from the mirror at your disbelief, now

that you're normal, a mere mortal, no 

longer edgy, racy or extreme, eyes 

lacking twinkle and sparkle now

average has been bestowed on you

your confusion will wonder where 

you were when the change occured 

and why the ordinary had selected 

you for a makeover of the mediocre

that will see you spend typical days 

doing regular things in a routine

way, hugging the middle of the road

and embracing the run of the mill

finding adequate more-or-less acceptable 

and predictability par for the course as 

you calmly assume the reasonable role

of master of the mundane

meaning everything about the everyday

is suddenly alright and you're always 

feeling OK, fair to middling, nondescript,

but not so bad, just a so-so, so and so.