Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t
I was young and stupid or wise beyond my years
Scared and bruised and searching
Took a small step, then a giant leap
Accepted my fate
Kept after the expected
Even now I wonder
Tori Burris Inkley
4/4/24
Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
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