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how could you dream up there

too low the altitude for clouds

 to serve as your bed and grand pillows

  too high to pass through its test windows


the leafless vigor that mightily holds

seems to be dead and rather old

how can you drive on rugged endless road

you’re  clipped between shaky withering loads


the wheel of fortune is in your favor

for tomorrow  it’s in another’s hands

the higher you get to be in the future

the hardest the fall  for sure…