Try to do a thing that’s really big–
then the music starts to stir, aberrant,
as for some diabolically deterrent,
accelerated jig. . . .
And you sense prevailing, swift air currents
that may well prove they’re so resistant
you just might lose your wig.
But stick it out,
hold down your hat,
and soon you land
in the most improbable of states,
where your work is now complete. . .
and legions there will marvel
at all that you have done,
and the lengthy road you’ve traveled
since the day you’d just begun
to rise from laying flat,
And then you’ll see the time has come
when you and all will celebrate
the magnitude of all your deeds
to feed the world’s desires and needs