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Meek Greatness
Hopes of a meager eager pride have died,
Not for the first, more like the hundredth time.
This dreaming brain has conjured brilliance
For far too many ways than one.
But all I need is one.
And I know I'm made for something good,
For myself and the ones I love.
But it's hiding when I huddle in the comfort that'll struggle
To ever leave the ground when It's all I've come to love.
But who will come to give me work,
A guarantee that this framework
Was not blindly let astray.
A validation that I've made it far,
Despite late drives under dim lit stars.
Despite the evil part of me
That has critiqued so consistently
But never offered anything
Other than dreaming in the dark.
