You sigh, you're sad, you cry, but I for one
do not see why.
Look at you, you crazy hero!
To me, the worm, you are a god.
You once were nothing and decided to just be,
You picked your bones from prehistoric mud
and you assembled thee.
Knee flexes, foot treads, spine aligns.
You're standing now.
Your feet are sunk in the ruins of yourself
and you stand strong.
You know the sun, the wind, the world
and all there ever was
exists for you.
You take more steps, while still unsure,
but something grows inside of you.
Those mountains are just grains of sand
and when you're at the top
you fill your lungs with air
and scream and jump.
And then you drop.
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