The Take a deep breath.

This moment is yours.

This is naked on Kashmir.

I wrote madly in youth.

I wrote because I had so much to see and so much to say.

I had to share what I saw in the oranges of the desert nights.

The way the drugs made my mind sting.

And the pretty girl spun in the youth in dust.

This dream, everything we'd found. It was ours and would be forever. It was easy then. The pen and paper

were two cans on a string to the stars.

And I wrote what they told me in all the colors that they said.

But it's different now.

The purples aren't as purple. The drugs don't sting.

And the girls dance far away.

As if ghosts of some abandoned town.

The string to the stars has worn loose.

And we, the children, look at the stars less. For they lied to us. They broke their promise. We did not live forever. We did not live forever. more. We're Hi everyone.

Hi everyone. I'm so glad you're here, and happy Sunday. The poem I just read to you

I called String to the Stars, and I want to share it as I felt it encapsulates this week's

theme, youth. You know, Thoreau's theme, youth.

You know, Thoreau once said,

youth gets together with their materials to build a bridge to the moon,

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