Momentarily Mountainous

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“You’ll move mountains with that persistence”
Sure, assuming I persist consistently
Which is a big if
What if the mountain doesn’t want to be moved?
Its immobility is its strength.
It’s my mountain but everyone’s watching
They all want to know how I’ll overcome it.
But I ask of them
Show me your mountain too
Let me see it budge by you
Monkey see monkey do

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