
the year of dreams came and went, now is the time for eyes unbent,
STIFF toward the ever wondering mark that mark I say is life,
Unbound and free as the wind to chase!
That's all it is no more, no less.
So what does one do other than chase?
He loves and loves with hand and heart unnphased.
'till his end be well met, and God be praised.
I still got it with this poetry thing huh?
it's a little old schooly for a lot of people but eh, it's my style.
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