The Window’s Way

Ahead’s the window to my soul,

but back’s the much winding way.

 

As if hindsight were sight at all,

When winds whip fall leaves in my face.

 

But without hope, why bother then?

Suppose that’s how how it must begin.

 

IF we don’t try to reach our dreams

then what are we but heart beat dreams?

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