I consider doubt the yeast of thought, the yeast of wisdom:
Bully for a certain lack of confidence.
At times have that certain bit of doubt
That keeps you searching for what it’s about.
I’m always trying to do more
And wondering . . . and struggling.
Yet I hear the kids are growing.
Maybe the struggle is the fertilizer.
Fertilizer doesn’t always smell great, but it does the job!
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