44th

Standing in the crowd,

waiting to be found.

Waiting there still and  patiently,

tears falling down quietly.

Suddenly, you realize,

you can always win a prize,

prize for being really humble,

even though you're only a number.

Number as anyone else,

in an original sense.

But every number is special somehow,

although you don't know it for now.

Everyone is a unique piece of being,

despite you don't have that feeling.

Try to be more kind to yourself,

an you'll see no dust on the shelf,

where you put all of your fears,

that have been there for many years.

Trust yourself a bit more,

definitely, you've got the hard core.