The Beowulf in me
The Beowulf in me is hidden within.
Many may not know it, but I think more than I say.
If they ever test me there'll be hell to pay.
Though I will do what I can if you just give me the key.
Some may not think I am ambitious, but just wait and see.
I can be stubborn at times.
But keep believing in me.
I've got what it takes; believe it or not.
But I am not perfect.
No surprise there.
And sometimes when I think there is no hope; I start to not care.
But I'll keep going.
I never will stop.
Regardless of what others say; I will make it to the top.
There is a champion in me.
Though I have made mistakes.
Beowulf is within me.
Not far, not near.
It has always been inside.
For many years.
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