fences climbed, kingdoms won
heart still racing, feet as warm as the sun
the fog in the eye
the canvas that could be painted upon
all the plans that I pry (open)
could be a blasted cannon
so pace slow
and look down
enjoy the tiny shrubs
let the distant river flow
lay the present moment on your crown
be careful ; it could be a gift or a boulder to tow
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