TELL
though the bricks are yet to build a mansion,
though the drop has not made an ocean,
though the seed is yet to be a plantation,
and my ink has not made a noteworthy citation,
Yet; I will tell my story
to win the world; I grow grey hair
to shun declination; my bone weakens
failure insist to befriend success
the result of all toilings
tossed into a violent sprint
Which of the story should I not tell?
a day when I put my head on my chest
or the night I stay all awake like a night-guard
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So inspiring