A friend sent me this poem and the comment which comes after. And I do think it's cool - quite profound actually. What is life without hopes and dreams?
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
Go, trembling song,
And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.
Song of the Future
Cool huh? I wish that those were my words, but if I couldn't come up with anything for this moment of momentous momentousness, at least you should have some of the immortal Lanier to inspire you. But, truly, don't underestimate this chance; gold plated poetry, stuff typed in notepad, scribbles on a napkin are all perhaps trembling songs.