Now

To jump

to fly,

to live.

Or die.

I’ll never know unless I try.

That rhyme was prettier than I had planned,

it’s probably already been written.

The rhythm’s off, but that is why,

now is the time.

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Posted on March 20, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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