A certain future is implied
Of the wanderer of roads less traveled by
What sleepless midnights do suspect
From the undying dreamer’s musing’s depth
Those things they laugh cannot be done
While you with hunger race the sun
To rise, to shine, to beat, to run
May your power lie in your wants begun.
May your dreams live on, may you realize one.

Here.

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