Explore
The sky of blue
The air so crisp
Actions are made
At ones own risk
Looking into
This hourglass
Also known as future
Or past
Everything is going by
So damn fast
It seems as if
It is a sprint and I’m last
Limited are the options
That bring rewards
Only advice I can give
Is to at least explore
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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