Great thoughts have I
(walk to the trees)
Inside my head
(Through the green and wide)
Voices talking when I sleep
(To distant edges of the breeze)
Tapping on the membrane
(Fill the void with blue)
Of my conscious thought
(And drift above it all)
Peeking through the frost
(Spread your wings to fly)
Trying to get my notice
(Twist the falling leaves)
Words that whisper in
(Between fingers like ice)
Whenever I awake
(There are mountains to climb)
Speakers far and near
(And oceans wide and deep)
All wishing for great things
(Cross them with a breath)
Telling me to try
(All things are possible)
They want to see me win
(Seek the highest ledge)
Their ambition spikes
(For no goal is too great)
And I am pricked to action
(Think great things)
To win the world By Carey Lenehan
About Carey Lenehan
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