Barefoot and bare minded
Through the trash surrounding me
Hopelessly digging
But I cannot find where
Another mans treasure could be
I know that it's in there
Buried in trash
What someone else finds gold
I've seen people find it
And try to make rash
How they see a rose in my mold
So I took up my shovel
It shook in my hands
As I sifted through my murky grove
But I kept on digging
Uncovering nothing
Except how deep I had dove
Now I am buried
Too deep to recover
In another mans winnings, my waste
But I will stay here
For I too should be rotting
In my treasures I'd be misplaced
"Be confident. Too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others and wishing to be something we aren't. Everybody has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it is only when you accept everything you are -- and aren't -- that you will truly succeed."
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