They said it wasn’t possible.
They all said to toe the line,
To march a rhythm like everyone else.
Never stand out, never leave your mark.
That you will fail, flounder, and fidget, between thumb and forefinger, if you do not blend.
…Not only did I derail the track, I took off further than the imagination can stretch
Not only do they look like fools, they’ve become beggars behind sad and hungry puppy dog eyes.
Not only did I prove them wrong, I found a better truth.
None will be left behind.
Take my hand, I will pull you out too.