Time slowly crawls up the walls of youth
in search of truth that fits his needs to
succeed. Maturity is not a race to a place
he can locate on the little map he keeps
wrapped in his heart. No one knows how
slowly his hopes mope up the slopes of
dreams in between scenes where he meets
his queen bee and they strive to start a hive of
little strivers, like their parents, though smarter.
In the end he thinks he must not shrink from
Strenuous striving before ‘arriving’.. ..but is that
Enough to qualify as a worthy try? Who decides
that? Somewhere far away he hears his mother say
“Just keep trying”.
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