The blessing and curse of your growing up

How many echoes before we seek the source?
Your eyes aren’t so different from yesterday,
yet from then to now is an eternity,
every breath an ounce of fear, a pound of hope;
what melodies will we sing tomorrow,
and what weights from yesterday
will quiet the fire behind every octave?

(dtn)

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