Big and tall,
Tall and big,
This giant wall of insurmountable.
Huge and daunting,
It’s big, big, big!
A big, big wall made a little little things,
Little thinks, like doubt and fear.
Tiny things like that set of chores over there.
One big old chasm of undefeatable,
Waiting to swallow me whole.
Lock stock and barrel,
To wrap me in failure and make a snack of me.
One big, big tree made of all the things that little voice says.
That little voice inside your head,
The one that sings in your ears of all the things that are too big for you,
Too big to try and too big to gain,
Big, big, big like a mighty hurricane
Me, poor little me
With my little axe
Made of wit and cunning
Polished with determination and stubborn
It’s chipped and nicked
From all the other unconquerable trees it’s had to chop down
Poor little me
With my little little axe
Come to knock down this big big wall of insurmountable.