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I am a hopeful idea

I am a box of pins

I am the glue in between

I am progress dressed like indifference

I am the shore in the distance

I am a bronze statue

So far from where I began

My eyes soak up the skyline

My feet are firmly planted

And my footprints have washed away

Bigger than the world

Conscience facing me

Eyes toward the sun

I won't be lost here

I make my own way forward

Slipping…