I have to find that which will take a hold
Grab the heart, clasp the soul, deny the end
It does exist in you and me, it does
When it is found, the rule it does not bend
Pathetic attempts, come only half baked
Discover what's true north before you set forth
Burn down that wall of doubt and remorse
Win in the end from whatever the force


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.