Let us crawl to fame, bliss and status.
Slowly, surely, steadily.
Success will crawl to you.
But when she reaches,
The beaches of your inner riches,
Would have eroded,
By frustrated tides,
Of oceans cries,
And the winds mad tries,
To blow past the inertia of your crawl,
And live a moment of their call.
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