Monday, March 31, 2008

Settling and perfection

A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush,
A submitted paper is worth ten on the desk,
And a real love is worth ten hypothetical passions.

Yet how is it we cannot stop from aiming higher and higher -
As if we didn't know better than to spread our wings.
But one foot on the ground child,
at least one foot on the ground,

always.