Thoughts - Poem by Andrew Hinton
One day my name will be written on a plaque of stone,
And all the stories and memories,
Dreams and fantasies.
Nothing I dreamed and left unaccomplished will be shown.
A life spent dreaming inside my boundless head,
Will be a waste,
A horrid regret.
Love with others I'd desire so much instead.
Though it feels like many, many lives I've had,
I have much to learn,
And more to forget.
Chasing after knowledge will drive a man mad.
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