Passing through a small outback town,

A magnificent creature caught my eye.

It was eating grass strewn across the ground,

Held captive by a small rope loosely tied.

With no fences or chains, why would it remain?

This powerful creature could break free at any time.

It would only take a sec for it to free its own neck,

And graze on thicker pastures at the peak of its prime.

Whispering under my breath of its God-like stature,

 

 

"Arion a Greek legend you are.

You're more powerful and all natural,

With the potential of becoming the brightest star."

 

 

But Arion's owner thought other, he's content to hold it captive.

Leaving me to wonder—Why Arion would choose this life to live?

So I talked with Arion's oppressor, perplexed why it remained in his stable.

And because I'm the inquisitive foreigner, he shared with me Arion's fable:

 

 

"When you were a child, that rope then held you steady.

Although you fought for a while—But all your fighting futile,

You were simply too small and that rope was too heavy.

And as you got older, you fought less with fervor.

A broken soldier, relinquishing all your endeavors.

Today, you are completely defeated,

And this worn out rope—a painful reminder.

You've given up on being needed,

Dreaming of thicker pastures, and delicacies finer."

 

 

In retrospect, Arion is the personification of us.

And that worn out rope represents doubt,

Reminding us that we're not good enough.

But failure is the professor—not the oppressor!

Nor, is it an excuse or to be used as a crutch.

For success—is the great venture!

A goal to always strive for—

So, always refuse the option of giving up!