I’m Sorry I Didn’t Reach The Sun

"I reach for my goal;
It is the sun.
The light pulls me up."

The wind blows across
acres of hard ground;
this nervous time
is too much to bear.

I reach for my goal;
It is the sun.
The light pulls me up.

I am so close to it
when someone cuts
off my hands.

The wind blows me away,
tumbling over the hard ground.
The clouds up in the sky
start rumbling down.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0