At least I'm moving, not just standing--
in the middle of nowhere, beckoning, lingering
on the border of insanity, thinking
Am I doing the right thing?
At least I'm progressing, not just blinking--
wishing everything will be dazzling
I work hard, I don't dream day and evening
It's not a big deal to many, perhaps, but to me, it's everything.
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