Sometimes we make molehills
that trouble us
into mountains
that are not easy to climb.
The more we try to climb them,
the taller the mountains get.
Soon our strength
will give out
and we will be buried
under regret.
14 March 2008
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That's like some bosses I know, the jobs to much for them... Andy 10