Legends tell of fish becoming dragons
Their flippers fighting against river rapids,
Their efforts rewarded as they leap over waterfalls, and fly away
As beasts of insurmountable glory, as untouchable as the falls
that they themselves overcame.

But while we see the dragons of our lives
We never notice the fish struggling against the sea
The pre-dragons struggling, just like us, to move forward in life
But the worst fate befalls the former dragons
The fish that leapt high, only to wash up on rocky shores

“Anyone that believes can be a dragon”
But is that true?