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Mine To Know
I want to play not manage,
write not teach
I want to drive-all controls in hand
I want to be like the rain across
the mountains
Not the river that may turn to sand
I want to be that sniper
with a single bullet
And not part of the infantry's trek
I want to be the first
to cross the tundra
Without needing a map to check
I want the bugle to blow
from my own lips
So others may advance and attack
I want roses free, to line
my front walk
Replanted from the garden out back
I want feet that will always
climb above
The timid and reluctant below
I want memories to follow me
out of this world
To a place that is just mine to know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
write not teach
I want to drive-all controls in hand
I want to be like the rain across
the mountains
Not the river that may turn to sand
I want to be that sniper
with a single bullet
And not part of the infantry's trek
I want to be the first
to cross the tundra
Without needing a map to check
I want the bugle to blow
from my own lips
So others may advance and attack
I want roses free, to line
my front walk
Replanted from the garden out back
I want feet that will always
climb above
The timid and reluctant below
I want memories to follow me
out of this world
To a place that is just mine to know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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