The way I unfold leaves me wondering if I still have a chance.

A chance to make it out, or to do more.

There is only so much that I can actually control in the grand scheme of things.

Circumstances that block me from acceleration leave me feeling hopeless, as if I can not save myself.

I pray to God for a swift kick in the right direction.

For an illuminated path leading me towards my one true purpose.

I am like a tree that is planted in the pot of a flower.

I have no room to fully develop into what I am destined to become.

If not by a miracle, how can one reach for the sky when they are stuck underground?

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