Is a dreamer's buddy
It listens
It understands,
And it hopes to scurry.
It has a funny walk,
Beginning with imaginary strength
It takes a step
A confident move
Straight ahead.
Then it happens,
All over again
The same downfall
And bleeding knees
With no strength to regain.
Embracing the gravity
It thinks hard
For a way to straighten up
And dust off
Leaving behind failures to discard.
The bruised knees hurt,
The pain is searing
It calls out for help
To the clever hearts,
That beat away jeering.
It musters lost hope,
And invokes the gods,
Looks around for an even path
And pulls up from the ground
To squat.
Gently,
With hands on the ground
And feet following suit,
It begins to crawl with its head high
Imagining being crowned.
It tried picking speed
But it will take a while
This too shall pass, it knew
And it was sure
Of its chosen style.
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