To gaze upon, the path ahead; One will feel so small. But look unto, the past instead; One feels oh so tall. Progressive guise, has reaped demise; Of hope, and thus, our might. Asleep, we live, within disguise; Our perfect shade of white. Text: @VinnieSullivan…

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"It is not a mind, it is not a body that we are training; it is a man, and he ought not to be divided into two parts." - Michel Montaigne