We often take a seat
Between anon and the end of all we see
Yet often forget to be
In the often in between
Between a moment ago and the journey
But why live where you cannot breathe
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Inspire Innovate Improve.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"