Poem and picture friday.

When the pawn hits the conflict he thinks like a king what he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight and he’ll win the whole thing ‘fore he enters the ring there’s no body to batter when your mind is your might.
So when you go solo you hold your own hand and remember that depth is the greatest of heights and if you know where you stand then you’ll know where to land and if you fall it won’t matter cause you know that you’re right.

-Fiona Apple

Photo from New York Public Library on Flickr.

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