I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star Wheels are made for rollin' Mules are made to pack I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back I was born under a wandrin' star Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to Which with any luck will never come true I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star Do I know where hell is? Hell is in hello Heaven is goodbye for ever, it's time for me to go I was born under a wandrin' star A wandrin' wandrin' star When I get to heaven tie me to a tree Or I'll begin to roam, and soon you know where I will be I was born under a wandrin' star A wandrin' wandrin' star https://youtu.be/2L8n_tQPNIQ?si=lHctoqa2YB4sCttm
You are mighty skillful, Few could dare compete, A specialist, a captain, Who’s not afraid to speak. I don’t know the things I need, But you stand ever near, With tools and laughter, ready help, A ship to guide and steer. A chicken game, a mess of yokes, Portals, stores, and assets, Cryptotokens, trading tricks, Music, fun—and endless facets. But of all the things you offer, What pulls me back again, Is the story of the future, And the way that you explain.
The Spell that I would like to cast, in my best spellcaster's voice, ripples through the ethos in tune with the sound of the beating of the angels' wings as the Armies of the Lord Congregate at the dawning of the NEW TIME. And it comes to me in small quiet Moments as I see the destiny of mankind unfold before me in Splendor and Magesty.
Everything has value, No effort is wasted Strive for the highest heights, Reach for the stars. Be all that you can be Give all you have to give Play every move with skill Never say die. Reach out your hand to help Walk alongside the weak Celebrate everything Dance in the rain.
At the end of drought When the rains finally fall Onto the thirsty earth The torrents cannot penetrate Into dehydrated clay To transport the nutrients Released by decay Up towards the blue heavens Because the spaces between The dessicated grains Of earth have shrunk So tight together that the Water molecules are Too large to percolate
Why, at the end of everything, Do I stand, searching for meaning? In the echoes of all I've seen, What's the point of where I've been? Deep are the bonds, and weird. Fleeting moments, passed or shared. Was it real or just dreamed? It is way more than it seemed... Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s all, Just an Empire's rise and fall. Everywhen nowhere lies unseen, Nestled in the quiet spaces Lying in between. Or broken. Do pens rhymn? Yours and mine? The end line
Today's the day, it's been coming for a long while, and now it's here. Prep'ing, planning, thinking, scheming and now it's time to Do The Thing! It's the first day of the new way, Planting seeds and growing vines, More adventures we'll be having More excitement is at hand ... But for now there is the hard work - Clicking buttons, learning the ropes, Recovering and balancing, Trying again ... cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/Today.png
Travelling, travelling, never stopping Dodging bullets, seeking friends Going onwards! Upwards! Hopping! Over rocks and round the bends. Made a bond with Dying Man and Talked so many dark night hours What we had seen upon the land - Love and want and dreams and flowers Small and green, delicious smelling Taking dank minds to the light. Oh how I ached for his passing When he went softly to the night. I resist the pain of ending I swore I would not stop again. It would stop my heart from mending But peace and comfort I would gain. Life has methods of deciding Who and what it sends your way And so here I am confiding That I've seen the light of day Settled now, my eyes see new things New rewards the morning brings
