Untitled (For you Nola)
"Hello young girl,"
the man said to the aspiring woman
"I'm not your girl,"
she said looking down to her feet.
She wished she'd grow taller,
that her features would change,
beyond recognition,
never be the same.
That she could reach beyond mountains,
build them from moles,
create pathways to stars,
if only it were they she could reach- hold.
She dreams of flying,
through each stratosphere,
closer - each light,
each seems so near.
The man said to girl,
"You're really no man."
The woman looked to him,
"Who cares- when everything: I can."
-Matthew Koutzun
(Again, I hope you can find a better title than I could. AND REMEMBER- you can do anything- anything! Because you do not dream, you do not wish, you do not hope, and you do none of these things because why would you need to when you can fly so high already, able to soar higher still! You need not try Nola- you are!)
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