Goethe and I, we met through a misquotation,
and when I looked,
I found the wrong man.
But what I found in Goethe,
lasted longer.
On days like today,
or yesterday,
or the day before that,
I put stock in
my boldness
and invite Providence to move
the gates that block
my way.
Marcus told me I only
need throw my hat
over the wall.
Shams, what do you think?
Can I afford to toss this
thing and see where I
end up?
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