We never get anywhere
if we don't do it,
it's our hope here and there
to go on bit by bit.
Corners are turning
and games to be played,
thresholds of learning
for nothing stale stayed.
Its hope grace a chance
and another turn,
time is a timeless dance
make a way to learn.
All is in its waves
and the steps to go,
hope in tomorrow's craves
what you learn to know.
Turning round and around
everything there is,
days in new found
on its ways and miss.
Steps in fate's melody
echoing on through,
freedom of its free
let's come give and do.
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