The Finest Moment

Our finest moment

Is when we reach

For something past our present

Like a fumbling hand into the future

But with a vision

That hand becomes still

One that grips with purpose

And moves away from temptation

It creates and spreads its fingers

Grasping for more

And tells the mind to dream bigger

As it has worlds to create

The hands work and grind away

Creating calluses of pride

Shying away from mediocrity

Urging the soul to glow and never hide

You have something special

Search for it

Create it.

Admire the craftsmanship of the tools

You have been given

Your Hands


Your Mind

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