In which all around you grows,
And the culmination of it all just proves,
How little your body goes,
To reach the heights that the world offers,
Both in what you can do and what you think,
Whether you blame the seed that gave you life,
Or the ground from which you drink,
Or the air that served to sufficate you,
Because it lacked the food with which to strive,
Those around you are on the same earth,
And use the same elements to survive.
And it's not alright,
To soothe yourself to say,
"If I look hard, I am just as robust".
Those are just words of escape.
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