Some days, I don’t know what the word means.
Other days, I arise as if I invented it.
“No one is more triumphant than I!”
I wish others knew what this felt like.
I feel bad for them.
Today is not one of those days.
I am one of those others.
I’m one of those looking out wishing that was me.
It would be cliche for me to say here that I long to be free.
Instead, I’ll steady on.
Slow and steady wins the prize.
My own prize of triumph.