by Sylvia Plath
I can never read all the books I want;
I can never be all the people I want
and live all the lives I want.
I can never train myself in all the skills
I want. And why do I want to? I want to
live and feel all the shades, tones, and
variations of mental and physical
experience possible in life.
And I am horribly limited.
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