My Hole

When I sit and think of the void I have,
the time I take develops it more.

A small child digs a hole in the sand,
and the water comes flowing in.
The child remains fully determined,
and the hole maintains its depth.
The child loses focus for once,
and the hole is immediately filled.

When I sit and think of the void I have,
the time I take develops it more.

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