Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
i've waited long and hard to feel this way. to have the energy surge in every vein and blood that flows in me. lost in the world of languages. unknowingly absorbing the best of what it can offer to me. taking the bait and biting hard, having the best of what i could have if i wanted. i really love language. and i really should take this passion of mine more seriously.
i always say, from now on, i should do this and that. maybe i should say instead that, from now on i would and i must be more driven and know what i can achieve and get down to doing it. all talk means nothing. words mean nothing. action will mean at least something. i should. i could. but would i?
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