It sparkles like a star,
high up, out of your reach.
It sits alone, so far.
So you begin to climb
a ladder made of hope.
As the time starts to pass
the ladder becomes rope.
It is harder to climb,
but that star seems very near.
Again, time starts to pass.
So you begin to fear;
that this long rope will change.
The rope becomes a thread.
You dangle and lose strength
as your feet become lead.
You begin to slide down.
You grip the thread tighter.
Your fall begins to slow.
You feel a bit lighter
and so you struggle up.

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