Hours counted as sand, spent thinking
What step is next towards success
How I must navigate through the storms
And to escape arrows of discouragement
With each attempt, hope comes in few rays
But disfavor shines in beams
The tears they inspire taste salty
Seem to purify and ginger my resolve to refire
Having lost hunger for food
Sleep seems much of a luxury
All I crave for, the dawn of success
Then my nights rest will become pleasant.
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