Everyday you're beaten. Tossed into the ground. Forgotten. Unloved and unwanted.
Everyday you wake up. You go through the motions of the day. You strive toward being a better person, and shedding your ugly shell.
Maybe you just want a little. Maybe you want a lot. Maybe you want the whole damn world to beg forgiveness at your feet.
Do you deserve that? Do you deserve what you have now? You answer solemly, "no, I don't."
But you don't stop trying. You don't stop breathing, or kicking, or screaming every step of the way. You want the little things.
You want the special things.
You dream. You feel yourself enveloped in your desires. You keep reaching out to grasp it, but it's always too far away.
But you don't stop. No matter how far away, how painful, how frustrating, you keep reaching out.
Here is to impossible dreams, and chasing them anyway.
Come back here, you wily mouse.