I push through the city,
through the mist,
through the uncertainty,
slowly going through the checklist.

I agree I'm slow,
but I'm working hard.
Through the webs of doubt,
and jungles of distraction,
I know I'll grow.

My progress seems miniscule,
in the face of ridicule.
But the din doesn't stop me anymore.
Cause I know the day will come,
when the hyenas won't sneer anymore.