You start climbing a tower of progress,
And walk up higher and higher,
Then, realize that as you go up and up,
It is becoming thinner and thinner,
And not sure of its base,
It is wider but, no idea of its strength,
And get scared, it might even bend,
And you wish you had wings,
So, that you could fly away,
Seeing any upcoming danger,
Always the progress does not come,
Packaged with security and safety,
That is our own responsibility,
That is the way the nature works,
And teaches us to do that,
But, we forget this inherent,
Suggesion more often than not,
Mostly to our own peril.
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