I've found the trailhead to my life,
My new reason not to be lazy.
I halfway suspect that I'm going to cry
If not laugh as though all the way crazy.
For all the unpadded immediacy in it
My life's unfamiliar with tears,
Just as someone who won't plan the next forty minutes
Is surprised to want forty more years,
But I'm in the foothills. I'll make the turn.
To not turn back, I'll teach and learn.
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