There is a fine line
Between dying and living
Receiving and giving
The end and the beginning

There is a golden arch
In the mind of a poet
Who paints a precious portrait
With words

There are two paths
What’s known and what isn’t
What’s familiar, and what’s different
Tried and true, and the only way we know

Be brave
Be true, venture forth
Into something new
And in everything you do
Be you


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