The Beowulf in me

The Beowulf in me is hidden within. 

 

Many may not know it, but I think more than I say.

 

If they ever test me there'll be hell to pay.

 

Though I will do what I can if you just give me the key.

 

Some may not think I am ambitious, but just wait and see.

 

I can be stubborn at times.

 

But keep believing in me.

 

I've got what it takes; believe it or not.

 

But I am not perfect.

 

No surprise there.

 

And sometimes when I think there is no hope; I start to not care.

 

But I'll keep going.

 

I never will stop.

 

Regardless of what others say; I will make it to the top.

 

There is a champion in me.

 

Though I have made mistakes.

 

Beowulf is within me.

 

Not far, not near.

 

It has always been inside.

 

For many years.

 

 

 

 

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