You could do it all, I suppose,
see all there is to see,
paddle every river,
and keep good company.
You could climb up every mountain,
at least the ones you know,
and run in every race,
if you’re willing to go.
You could try your hand at flying,
be captain of a boat,
venture into new lands
or write what no one wrote.
Heck, you could dive deeply
into Salvador’s mad art,
devour any subject
’til you learned it all by heart.
It doesn’t matter the pursuit,
nor the award.
Doesn’t matter the destination
that you’re driving toward.
You could achieve most anything,
maximizing your years,
showing us how it works,
if we push past our fears.
But no matter the roads conquered,
no matter the divine,
in the end, you will never 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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