allotted days swiftly get over
down memory lane and I ponder
did I spend my God-given yearsĒ!
me with grief and evokes new fears.
not, how many years more in store
strange, even then, I take no care.
No mind to fill each moment with
By lovingly seeing, knowing, caring,
My incessant quest to see great things
Drives me to keep many little things
Moments and hours and years are
May be, as fast as my heart keeps
Whenever Iím struck by a new idea or
I feel like a wanderer, resting in a
Bu it seems Iím destined to be a
Till I reach my homeland, to live