Although odds are insurmountable,
As the flow of time goes past,
I look ahead, and see the glint,
Of small hope that may be there,
Even though I am but one,
This means that I can move,
Throughout the nooks,
And crannies near,
Wiggle slowly though,
And when I get to clearer ground,
That’s when I’ll start to grow,
Building at the bottom up,
I’ll craft a solid base,
Then gather up so many strong,
And accelerate at full,
This day is coming sometime soon,
I think I hope, it will,
-Aaron E-J

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