Doing it

Feeling low yet never so high,
I can stand on a cloud yet not touch the sky,
I climb a mountain but the mountains are drowned:
Before reaching the top they cannot be found.
I am mired in mud yet awaiting the day
When, like the jumping jeweller of Lavender Bay,
I see what lies behind this world.

Though now rooted to a spot
And feeling insignificant, an infinitesimal dot,
One day, I'll fling myself off this hill of despair
And seek my answers in the empty air.
But look at my stand now, whereof I am not bold
Enough to refuse what I'm bid and so do as I am told;
As yet I am unhurled.

Too frightened to seek
A higher destiny; too meek
To improve my lot,
It can be said decisively, decisive I'm not.
So, at last, I must ask: do I have it in me
To over come the uncertainty I harbour within me?
And show my flag unfurled.

If it seems I am too self-obsessed
It is certain that you sooner guessed
It and discounted my pledge.
But let this be my hedge:
Should I fail in my quest,
I still have Nature to do the rest.
And you will be the herald.

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