For all the things I haven't learned yet...
Nineteen years of my life;
What have I done yet?
Just a speck in the ocean, eh?
A voice booms in my head.
Is this all that I am, then?
I picture my life, detached.
No miracle, no discovery,
Nothing outside my nest, alas!
So many books yet to be read,
So many songs to be sung.
Wind, water, food unexplored,
Unseen millions to spread smiles among.
A silken voice then whispers,
The seed has flowered in here.
You found the treasure in your friends,
Walk with them, well you will fare!
Endless books, ceaseless melodies,
Tastes and miracles boundless.
Do your share, as all would, all
Drops identical, but each, priceless!
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