A Stolen Destiny

A little was to go

A little was to journey

A little more to reach

the meadows of green

where destiny thrives

as flowers and leaves

As it glanced the miles

it left behind

a snail's ambition

to conquer a peak

was indeed a dream

within its reach

As a second walked by

the foot of a man

stamped the snail

and mercilessly climbed

to conquer the peak

which was once a dream

to a being who struggled

a century in vain

There was none to mourn

the death of the snail

none to hear

its final heartbeat

but a million to praise

a man who stole

the life of a snail,

as key to the door

that opened to show

the meadows of green

where destiny thrives

as flowers and leaves

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