Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

Something is amiss . . .Or maybe something is off or off-center and me, I am somewhere in the middle.Do you understand?I am stuck and looking around at the world that somehow consumes me.There is too much to see and so much to consider and at the same time; I am reminded when I was told, “keep it simple, stupid!”Overthinking can be amazing.or at least, I think so. I am told the first shall be last and the last shall be first.I know and I get that. But wait –I wonder about this and I wonder out loud. I wonder with a trace of confusion and with contempt on my tongiue.And so, I pose this question to you, of course.The first shall be last and the last shall be first.Right?Or so, at least the Bible tells us so.But here is what I wonder . . .What does this mean for the ones in the middle?Not the best or the worst, but the moderate and the mediocre.What about them, ro should I say, what about me>That is, of course, if this is me.The tired and the mediocre.What about the middle of the crowd…