You could do it all, I suppose,
see all there is to see,
paddle every river,
keep good company.
You could study every facet
of Salvadore’s mad art,
read up on the royals,
learn them all by heart.
You could climb up every mountain,
at least the ones you know,
and run every road race
if you’re willing to go.
You could learn to fly an airplane,
be captain of a boat,
venture into new lands,
write more than others wrote.
Yes, you could achieve more than most,
and maximize your years,
showing us what may work
if we push past the fears.
But no matter the roads conquered,
no matter the divine,
you’ll never come to know
the limits of your mind.
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Exploring Poetry
I’m coming to realize, as I imagine the first half of my life is likely coming to an end, that much of our early years are spent seeing as much as we can. Doing as much as we can. But no matter how much adventure we seek in the world, there’s an endless one inside.
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