Tear out the pages from books I had written of things I said I never would do.
The plans of life have withered away;
The details of our present, blossoming beauties.
Good riddance to failures, shortcomings, and slip-ups.
Before us lies a mountain of dreaming
With no extra weight allowed in our sack.
Impossibility may become our sustenance
For what is adventure without fear and awe.
Growing and stretching muscles of trying.
Conquering castles and foraging forests.
We're explorers whose excursions never are ending.
And dreamers who live for the day after next.