Grand plans, so many have I had,

Scribbled on scrap paper,

Bled onto soggy bar napkins,

Etched into the walls of my mind

As you, I’m sure have likewise done.

Isn’t this our way?

A human fault, or perhaps a gift depending on one’s perspective.

These dreams, this plan is what makes our time so glorious,

For without these, our finite period would be mundane.

I can not imagine another breath without them.

We must fuel the flames of hope, nurture our deepest desires,

Those that keep us moving forward into every new day,

Isn’t this our way?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~