The turtle is born alone.
It scrambles and scurries
with fear in his eyes.
Prowlers are on the hunt.

Theres no guidace but a drive.
A drive to run towards a goal.
Where are his supports.
No where to be seen.

He makes it!
But barely he does.
The drive oh the drive.
The ambition and more.

The brothers and sisters
they have all dissapeared.
The mother and father
are no where near.

But that one little turtle
with no support or guidance
made it through to the end
All alone.