Think Write

To die will be an awfully big adventure Fly away, Wendy bird, fly away  How terrible it is, to be bound in this wayOur choices and our perception define us, limit us No, I do not agreeI can make it possible, anything possible What about… No, we’re not going thereGod, my head’s such a messI was simple enough when I was born Then, life happened Halfway through and so much left to doI have to build a totem pole The sheer joy of working with your handsWet mud, wood shavings, paper Writing… a...