Above and beyond

January 19, 2020

A tree was once just a seed.

A lion was once just a cub.

A teratornis was once just an egg.

A butterfly was once just a caterpillar.

Don’t underestimate my potential.

I once was a vagrant wandering on the empty streets,

But today I shine brighter than the sun in the

Fine summertime.

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