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One day
i found my friend
when I was in seventh grade
we were wandering
where there
we would imagine
the beautiful
and dreamed with
too many colorful dreams

Then the day had come
and the day had gone
we could not do
what we wanted
to do in dream actually
even we look at the past
yet to hold new dreams
and this moves maybe
the definition of life-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

I know there was One,
but, then:
Two.

I was told
Three,
but, I'd venture to guess Four.
Or, maybe, Five.

But, I don't know, man.
I can't quite tell.
How many would you say?

I wish
schooling nurtured natural creativity
and personal skill
rather than
mere curriculum;

I understand
a sense of direction,
but I understand that everyone's path is unique
and that perhaps North to one
is South to another,
or vice-versa;
not to instill a hierarchy of preference,
but that it may lead to finding oneself very much lost
by following what genuinely worked for another.
(That is, assuming a lack of manipulation,
which seems to assume a nonhuman subject.)

Nurture thy own skill;
therein is thy salvation.

We are here
to have a good time,
not to have a long time;
however,
if it lasts a long time,
all the better.
Plan accordingly
but do not lose sight.