Conkered!

I came I saw I played conkers. I felt denied a pleasure as mine was too small. But it had a life of its own. Tiny little piece of wood I knew it could conquer the bigger existance. It had great resistance. Small and yet insistant. begin what it had started not ready to fall, rising above expectations of itself smashed... but rising a little grain a little salt bury me but i will contiue the fight not yet contrite place me in a subtle soil nourish me and time will tell. I will conquer that conker!