Slow, slow progress.
Slow, slow progress. One day at a time.
Small, consistent moves begin to climb.
No sudden changes, no need to race.
Patience and effort set the pace.
Empty pockets taught me how to wait.
Hard years helped me appreciate.
Nothing lasting appeared overnight.
Piece by piece, it came in sight.
While others rushed, I stayed composed.
Learning more with every road.
Setbacks came, but I held my ground.
Slow, slow strength was quietly found.
Pressure arrived, but I stayed in line.
Trusting the process and letting it shine.
