“Smart” is learned
“Wise” is earned
“Smart” is learned
“Wise” is earned
“Steady as she goes,”
he said, but the sea was strong,
and the going, rough.
Wherefore does the wind sing so
Whistling
Twisting
Roaring
There is much yet to do
Ah, but the trees!
Give not your words
But your ears
Give not your body
But an open heart
What truths does the sky whisper
As I hide behind my walls?
A funny thing is truth
When one’s own mind can lie
They often talk of “freedom to”
With little said of “freedom from”
Without a second thought would I
Follow you into open sky
Of all the things that I could be
I wish to live unbound and free