Page 12 - Musings 2020
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Good bad and the ugliest.
But this my friend is hardly the full story.
There were whales and sharks
And cats and dogs
Though few and far apart
Who never deserted the boat of here and now.
Free from the backpacks of past
And from obsessions of borrowed summits
Roaming empty sleepy unknown by-lanes
They barked aloud to themselves
And in time became
Their most beautiful selves.
Your dream is where you discover yourself.
Your road-map, a journey within.
Maps and dreams are your labours of love.
Your carte blanche
To reinvent yourself a million times
If you must.
Own your dreams. Build your maps.
You have but one life.
Make it count.
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