A Struggle

I'm straining into the future

For anything I can reach for

Many things are out of my reach

But I'm longing for something more

You encourage my search

Why do so many hands hold me back?

Time flies by me so quickly

I am pulling away from them

You are there, smiling at me

Bidding me warm welcome

You're grinning at me

Like the rays of the sun

I feel so uncontainably happy

I feel something more

Every time you make my mention

Or speak to me in return

What beauty my life has become.

The End

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