Heaving for a shred of air,
leaping for a chance,
grasping for a touch of care
breaking for a dance;
Seeking a single little drop
to fill an empty lake,
Taking the biggest, longest hop
to span the valley’s wake
Striking a match for a candle,
to light the nighted sky;
Searching the perfect plan will
do naught but make you cry
Building a rusty iron fence
to stop a civil war
Wafting tantalizing scents,
close, but no cigar
Sometimes something is not always better than nothing.
Sometimes it's nothing that can better you.
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