Shining bright eyes

Long striking strokes

Swaying but unwavering

The little guy zips past

Every morning in his dreams

He struggles to get up

The love for adventure

And the urge to be fast

doesn’t leave him at all

Some sweat on his brows

A little pain where he fell

Up on his feet

Again, he has a story to tell

Energetic and cheerful

I have seen him always

He sits alone sometimes too

Procrastinating in some ways

The usual, as all his friends

He writes different on his slate

A revolution, a change

A reason to celebrate

Happy to live little more

than so many

He zips past once more

To his epiphany.

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