If you stop to think about,
The life you're in and the lives you've seen,
And the capabilities that you doubt,
You have to enter into any of them,
As well as anybody else,
And think about the dreams that've come and gone,
That you've had about yourself.
Think about the countless leaves that have fallen,
Each, a life in itself.
It doesn't matter that you don't understand them.
You don't understand yourself.
It's alright,
When you think about the size of you,
Within the context of who you wish you were.
That is just something that all humans do.
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