Madly

If I settled for loving you for who you are, 

Would I miss out on loving what you could be?


If we settled for today’s version

What would tomorrow look like?


Is that how we got here?


We are not in need of settlers, 

but pioneers who are rough around the edges. 


Immigrants who innovate in new spaces 

and those familiar. Migrating ideas across borders erected in our mind when we chose not to chase the floating bubbles across the backyard, but instead sat mindlessly inside the virtual social spheres spinning like a mad hatter at a tea party. 

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