I didn’t think that you’d actually crawl across my foot.
Sure, it was the straightest path on your travels, stretching from brick to brick, despite the slight incline that it required you to endure.
But even with an obstacle of that size standing directly in your way, you never once slowed down or thought through any of the real or imagined dangers ahead.
I suppose that your mission, driven by pure instinct, won’t allow many detours, time being of the essence and all – which is how the lawyers often like to talk about time.
Soon enough, though, you won’t even remember the hard slogs. The ones that, together, helped you loosen earth’s remaining grip on you.
Never again compelled to crawl, little caterpillar.
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