I have not been to Medford, nor Milan; I have not seen a war, nor won the peace; I’ve risen to six thousand cloudy dawns that – not once – promised sun, and storms to cease. I have not stood to spurn the March of Time; nor have I dreamed of stories minus loss. Imposter lands do beckon – paths unwind as stubborn seas remain, to me, uncrossed. I have not drowned the snowy streets in ink that pours from some dark room behind my eyes; nor have I dwelled in candled inns to drink the lees, when it was all was left behind. And yet, I say again, on time I borrow: “Fear not! – for I shall do it all tomorrow.” Anthony Wang is a high school student in Toronto.