"How great it would be,
If we knew everything."
Then there goes all of our splendid curiosity.
"How marvelous a thought,
That we could make things easier,
Have less work for our aching bodies to complete."

If I had a wish
I wish I never did need to sleep.
So that I may pleasure myself on this reality.

Furiously dig through my Bible with a shovel and a pick,
Looking for answers,
Information,
Signs,
Love and instruction.
For hours upon hours until I cannot tell what the month may be.

I long to paint as a dancer dances,
With the control of the mind,
The grace of the limbs,
The soul of the spirit.
To paint the creation my Creator has created.
To stare at scenes for days upon days in hopes that I might create something that resembles such beauty.

To sing as though the river of my voice will never run dry,
To sing until the world stops turning.

For now I'll study until I must stop,
Paint until I bore,
And sing until I fall asleep.