(Not) a mere snail

I'm a mere snail

That loves its shell

For its cosiness;

Retreating and recovering

From outworld's noise and stress.

But I know for sure:

Chance will not be knockin' on my door.

So I try to work all courage up

And join another club.

To get one step closer to my dream,

To become a great writer,

One, who has been rarely seen.

Yes, I think to myself,

Grinning now from ear to ear,

That would be nice,

To leave my shell.

And even if it takes longer than a year...