Once We Know

Most cannot say from a fledgling age

To what they will aspire

All forms of art from harp to page

Could spark that ceaseless fire


The greatest growth that most will know

Is when their mind is open

Then an endless distance they will go

wounded, but unbroken


A hunger, nay, voraciousness

That in itself devours

A requisite audaciousness

Can help control its power


Driven nearly mad with it

Untethered at the seams

There comes a time to dash, not sit

In this pursuit of dreams

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