Sometimes we imagine
That we are not gifted
We have no talent
We are snared
Like a fly
Into a spider's web
Deceived by humility
Believing in inadequacy
Hoping for mere mediocrity
The web is sticky
Like glue on all sides
We cannot find an escape
Until one day
We sit down
And try
Over and over we
Try and fail,
Try and succeed
Finally there is a light
A brilliant light,
A talented light
We are no longer flies
But beautiful birds
Graceful and free
We soar to the sky
And our dreams appear
One by one
Until the sky abounds
With creatures who realized
They could soar.
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