Oh, If Only You Knew

Oh the world will be so much more than it was

And the life you'll lead will see much more than it does,

For the power behind your fatigue-addled mind

May not rest its head as resigned.


Your brilliance has always been measured in eyes

That are far too rarely your own. 

May you find the street that you know you must cross,

And the journey from what you have sown. 


And so clear it will be, on your pillow at night

That you've come to where you had dreamt. 

And through tears defiling the doubts you had kept

You may assuage what was once yourself. 

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This poem demonstrates one of

This poem demonstrates one of the primary purposes of poetry:  to be a conduit of wisdom.