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The First Step

Thinking of the time gone by
It did not even wait for a sigh
How could I have done more?
Even thinking makes a sore

I had too much to manage
Still could escape without damage
I think that in itself is a feat
That I could hold on my seat

Cut to this time frame
I am still the same
Development in all spheres is on
So what about the time gone?

Could I have done better?
Should I have become wetter?
Is it because of lack of trying?
I just let it pass, sighing

The inner voice shouts "Yes"
"But I was already living on cess
How could I have done better", I ask
It says "Finalise a task"

Some days of thought
Some time of drought
But then all makes sense
It is no longer dense

The first step is all that matters
The problem around me shatters
With a task at my hand
I sit, but this time to stand

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