The Unknown – A Poem

A foray into the unknown
Is never a waste. 

Make haste, child, and discover:
Know, that though it may not be
To your unrefined taste,
Any venture made
Is greater
Than one not. 
Rules, son, exist in the mind,
And at birth, we are blank
As paper untraced:
Be yourself,
Always moving forward.
Our experiences are like pencil shadings,
Never pen, son;
Never pen, always pencil. 

Our thoughts are like a rubber:
From the pencil's chaos,
We can always erase
And trace, son,
A beautiful rose.
You can lead
The life you desire:
All you need
Is experience.
Original Photography By Jack Lecerf

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