Not a poem, but contemplate it anyways!

If you must dream, dream big.

If you must accept reality, accept that reality is defined only by you.

If you wish to live in the middle, keep your feet rooted in that which cannot be changed while constantly striving for the top.

Live!

To an old love:

I open old

letters

intently

scrutinizing

l

i

n

e

s

that r u n

decip

(hid

meaning

den)

hering

pity to read

read to pity

growth of love

changing

drops

of

tears

cascade down the path of hearts

past is which that

nettogrof

towards the future

expected

let us move

forbackward

through crinkled sheets

fading lines

to the time when

my soul and yours

inetwrnited

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Published in 2010 APEX Washington University Arts & Sciences Undergraduate Journal