Settling and perfection
A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush,
A submitted paper is worth ten on the desk,
And a real love is worth ten hypothetical passions.
Yet how is it we cannot stop from aiming higher and higher -
As if we didn't know better than to spread our wings.
But one foot on the ground child,
at least one foot on the ground,
always.
As if we didn't know better than to spread our wings.
But one foot on the ground child,
at least one foot on the ground,
always.
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