My friend, do not fear what lies ahead of you
Do not let nightmares of impending doom
Mar your sleep of the just,
Let not the world’s disdain and disowning of you,
Become a dreaded refrain, whispering in your ears,
Remember
Between the woods and frozen lake,
Between hell and highwater,
Between the good and bad,
Between love and hate,
Between possible and impossible,
Lies possibilities; simple and stark
Primal and like wisps of golden-tendril dreams
Remember between date of birth and death
Lies not just an immaterial dash, but
Golden balls of opportunities
Go, grab em; all that you need is
Courage to look beyond those wild woods
And the stoical frozen lake
And your heart in the right place!
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Credit: 6th line from Robert frost