The next four years,
He had said,
Will be of exploration
And it was as if
My whole life
Had been preparing
For this stint
Of hopping from
One preoccupation
To another
With barely time to breathe
As if preparing for
Old age when i
Don't have to tell myself
Oh shoot i never did that
How was i to know
That anything i started
At this time
Would never flower
Beyond the first stage
And that it would include
You
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