I would like to have time to have time.
I’m just in a hurry to get old to finish my “to do” list; too eager to know what they will let me discover, learn and see.
I wanted to cry all the tears in my body to know which were true.
These are all the mistakes that I wish I had already made …
Not a second makes me grow old, it is my five senses that decide on my reprieve.
Boom Boom, two more things to do, the beating of my heart counts all the things that remain for me to discover.
I hate sleeping, I envy the ignorant.