I guess you can say I was too ambitious. Perhaps that's fair. I was out of context. I knew had some limitations. But I went for the gold regardless. And gave it my best shot. I came up short. Still, nothing short of miraculous. I'm still standing. Barely. But still standing. Tired. But still standing Uncertain. But still standing.
Let me make clear. Still hopeful. Still standing.
"Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky..."
- "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", T.S. Eliot.
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