Between Seasons
Here I am
Wondering, the way that I do
About how to get THERE
From HERE
When I was very young
I'd scout out my options
Backtracking my way
Testing my boundries
Swapping curiosity for indifference
I'd blunder along
Calling failure an adventure
Triumphantly lost
Then came the tentative years
With slow thoughtful progress
Measuring my dignity on skeptical scales
Polling the public opinion
But now I can't see
The forest for the trees
Because each one is so much more beautiful
Than the last
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Love is all you need.
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