He had this idea that he could return to the village of his ancestors
And discover illuminating facts about his family and himself
Something that would shed a little light on his frustration
He fancied himself the descendant of an aristocrat
A proud noble, a landowner
That his destiny was to be noteworthy
If not actually great
So it was with more than a touch of disappointment
That he finally cobbled together the truth of his family
Ordinary people who led ordinary lives doing ordinary things
Scraping out a living, an existence, and making ends meet
No Kings or Queens, Princes or Princesses
Just the average, ordinary
Far from the hoped-for revolutionary
Simple folk
And, after a bit of reflection
He was alright with that
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