Backwards mirrors make our own intentions clearer,
and hopeful dreams are never in your head nor heart but in between.
There will always be a clinching, fearful urge to settle in and stay,
but even more a deathly dread to escape and go.
Yet with access to so much of the knowledge in the world,
only through self-endeavoring can we ever truly know.
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I am a California-born orphan who has always loved poetry and music. I am also an agnostic, Buddhist, air force veteran who has been writing since thirteen years of age. I fancy myself as a peacenik, an all-loving and accepting, introspective individual who is on that same path as a constant.