I wish to be an artest
To draw quite beautifully
Or be a scientist
And think with ingenuity
I could be a baker
Baking with a chemist's flare
I wish to serve my country
To have the strength to fully care

Yet i have not the brain
Nor any skill in my hand
Measurements drive me insane
And ups one direction too hard to stand

I wish for a thousand lives
For a thousand things to do
Gods given me this one
What am I gonna do?

Ive found the answer to a question that I thought was lost. I thought sailing a ship threw a sea and having the world under me would bring happiness. I thought I could ride the motion of the ocean without care and there is where ide be remembered. To live every moment as if it were my last to do everything as if it were my only chance. But what are skills but mastery of a subject that time has been spent on. And what is the world but a place I could spend forever looking for and never find. Its not about finding the most beautiful scene or performing crazy acts. Its about the ones you love. Ive come to face that fact. So at the end of my day when everything is threw I dont want to spend it in open waters, I would rather spend it with you.