The study of literature
Is just as mundane
As the incessant watching of tv.
There is no end to other peoples' visions and ideas.
But what do we know of our own?

If some good thing should come along,
Would we recognize it?
Could we act on an impulse of love
Or simply watch the reruns,
And do only what we've seen others do?

If two can walk a new path,
Not the less traveled,
Not the more,
But the never traveled one,
Then
They are trueloves.

-jenn