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Where’s the edge of what’s possible and not? How much weight can one person bear alone? These are questions I ask myself a lot. I wonder if the answer’s even known. People say “You’re crazy with that high mark. What you’re thinking is not realistic.” Should I view these words as an extra spark, Or is that overly optimistic? Who’s to say what the limits are for me, And if I can or can’t do something great? Only time can tell me to what degree, I should have spent more time to cogitate On the implications of these subjects, And the lifelong value of their effects.
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
The Limits
Where’s the edge of what’s possible and not? How much weight can one person bear alone? These are questions I ask myself a lot. I wonder if the answer’s even known. People say “You’re crazy with that high mark. What you’re thinking is not realistic.” Should I view these words as an extra spark, Or is that overly optimistic? Who’s to say what the limits are for me, And if I can or can’t do something great? Only time can tell me to what degree, I should have spent more time to cogitate On the implications of these subjects, And the lifelong value of their effects.
Written in the English Sonnet form.
duncsauce
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22/M/Utah
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
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