The Moth
wings beating in desperate confusion
against the shower window
wasting an entire existence
denied by an invisible wall
wings beating and frantically striving
striving to fly to a world it sees so clearly
a world of beauty, wonder and awe
a world it will never hear or touch
so close to its destiny
so close to its origin
so close, so far away
so much like me
the moth never gave up
the moth died trying
I will never give up
I will die trying…
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