I count the years and I shed no tears; I'm blinded to what might have been. Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice; play me the wild song of the wind.
I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores.
I could stay with you forever, and never realize the time.
I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.