We thought we could soar over mountains.
He thought we would be lucky to climb a mole hill.
We wanted to fly.
He clipped our wings.
We thought we could sail.
He took our wind away and dared us to stay afloat.
We saw clear skies and were ready to go.
He saw gray clouds and said stop.
We were ready to conquer the world.
He said we would be lucky to hold our own.
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