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Mundane Glory
Sometimes I hold my goals afar
So they retain their luster
I tell myself that, once attained,
They’ll soon decay and rust
Or maybe I will lose all drive
Having reached my target
I keep on shooting for the stars
And fail to walk towards it
But when my feet are earthen bound
I dance within the soil
I raise my head and eyes and hands
Exhilerating toil!
I breathe the air I have right here
I taste the life before me
And I am free, I have no bounds
My mundane life of glory!