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That I my limits know is no great grace,
The less so, given that which I now face,
As do all with whom I share common place.
Instead, they bid me stand off to the side,
To watch aground while others take a ride,
Exulting while I seek my shame to hide
At feeling fear and knowing I dare not,
At having learned too late what I was taught
Of being tightly by my thinking caught
And knowing what will come to me if I
Might stretch out arms and so attempt to fly,
Rising from the ground to touch the sky.
I cannot throw myself at ground and miss;
Too oft my studies bluntly showed me this.