Life births itself in rampant possibility,
seeds of probabiliy blown wildly free,
adrift on raging winds of pure potential,
so is our destiny laid out for none to see,
but left within imagination, what might be,
and so we walk, not seeing; experiential.
seeds of probabiliy blown wildly free,
adrift on raging winds of pure potential,
so is our destiny laid out for none to see,
but left within imagination, what might be,
and so we walk, not seeing; experiential.
It's life, every lovely second of it!
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