Open Books
When I was young
I sought out wisdom
Now that I have wisdom
I see the hopes of the future
Open books with pages pure white
With arms and eyes
Seeking out
And I dare to write words
Words that will never be erased
Impacting myself upon that open book
Ideas that may haunt me
All the days of my life
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