Specks of gold

So much was found but never learnt;
delusions that I now know weren’t
the reasons I saw vistas new
where sights unseen so often grew.
The wisdom passed by on my way;
I wandered, blind throughout the day.
Today, with age, I see much truth
in those wild visions of my youth.
Today I rewalk those trails of old
and find there’s still the specks of gold.
The wisdom passed in days gone by
I know today can help me fly.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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