I walk, I run, in the direction of my dreams.
Things change along the way, people change, I
change, the world changes, even my dreams
change. I don't have a place to arrive, I just keep doing what I know how to do the best that I can
do it. I'll probably end up a deluded geriatric in a
wheelchair wearing a cape and tights, imagining
my own flight out of this world, but of course
with a young girl in my arms. . .
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