Forget

Forget you know
            how to grow...

when you fly
            from the "why"

it disappears...
            though the tears

come too late
            for it to be fate,

and blocked dreams
            lend no schemes,

to guiding strife
            coping with life;

so there's no hurry
            if we can't worry

that we don't know
            to prevent such woe.

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