Keeping At It.

Like a shell so hard to crack,

Like a stone so hard to hole,

Like cutting chains with scissors,

Like fighting Quirrell's troll.

But I'll crack this shell, I know,

This stone will hole someday,

If scissors fail, the knives are there,

And the troll lost anyway.

So I 'm keeping at it.

Keep falling like a little child,

Keep crying like a baby,

Keep getting stuck like a broken clock,

Keep wondering all those Maybes.

But I don't forget how to get up,

These tears will dry themselves,

A clock can always get repaired,

And Maybes won't define myself.

So I'm keeping at it.

Wish it was easy like those ABCs,

Wish it was simple like addition,

Wish it was enjoyable like play,

Wish it was set out like a definition.

But ABCs were hard once, too

Things add up to complications,

You get your bruises even at play,

And there will always be solutions.

So I'm keeping at it.

Won't give up, I'm not letting go,

Won't rest until I reach the finish line,

Won't ever stop to strive for this,

Won't let myself be confined.

Even though its easier to lay back,

To give up and just let go,

But the Easy feels so wrong,

I'm leaving the Easy Alone.

So I'm keeping at it.