hit the ground running with a mind so fickle, one step at a time felt slow as a trickle. 'instant', the oft-sold panacea 'grind', for the oversold dream, 'like', a stamp of approval 'mind', the one caught in between. a vision of years and not days, in patience lies comfort. quelling fears without delay, making each moment worth. for twenty more years, i'll watch a blade of grass grow. i have a thousand miles to run,
