What would the world be,
If we all dreamed as though we were 17?
As though we were still standing on the precipice of old and new.
What if we acted the way we did,
when the world seemed kinder?
It seems far gone are the days of budding fingertip worlds,
whose magic enhanced freedom's dance across our hands.

I long for the years of uncomplicated understandings,
when all problems were bipartisan,
and solutions seemed so simply reached.

How would the world seem,
if we never suckled from limitations ****?
How different would this world be,
if we had learned to embrace change with open arms,
and one another with open hearts?