The things we learn when we’re not thereCan lead us far from anywhere:To hollowness, and lives of pain,And using maybe half a brain But this is how we come to grow:By reaching past the things we knowTo vanity, hubris, and regret,And woes we hadn’t dreamed of yet.
breakaway dreamer heightened sense languor and excess
Coming to a store near you.
And yet, we are afraid to give it
Appearance Lies as a habit Thoroughly
don’t just speak of hope: model it — then watch the world glow
just out there flowing past, timeless old waters once where chieftains ruled both the same change, and vanity
slender grass and lonely trees wait as do i
to all my friends...