When thought awakes, I know that I am here,

The mind lights proof the body can’t deny.

Though time has spilled its milk beyond repair,

No tears can teach the fallen drops to fly.

I choose the step that answers doubt with breath,

For thinking moves where silence once was stone.

What’s done is done; it keeps its honest death,

Yet meaning grows where will is all I own.

If music feeds the heart, then reason chews

On bitter facts and makes a human sound.

I stand by thought, and by that standing choose

To walk ahead, not circle what I found.

Think, then be; let broken hours agree:

We are, because we think—and let it be, so.