Outside she stands on a cool gray day
Nondescript pants and shirt, shiny black hair pulled back
Filled with an immense and intimidating dream
The dream is wonder full; she is still plain
Her resources are limited
I look over at her and frown
Not quite a scoff but wondering at her waste of time
Why does she try
Why does she bother
All that time wasted if it doesn't work
And yet there she is
Never looking my way
Not caring what I think
Just going about her business
Growing her dream
Then I think
She must have done this before
She must know what she is doing
That is why she tries
I am comforted it is not my time being wasted.
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