Of all that is written, I love Only what a person hath written with his blood Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit He who would learn to fly one day must first Learn to stand and walk and run and Climb and dance. one cannot fly into flying Save your pity for the living For a moment that will last a lifetime. I draw If I were to be reborn, I would like to be a bird Enjoyed the street noises The real world is much smaller than the Imaginary. When it can’t be loved, pass Blessed are the forgetful For they get the better even of their blunders If I think I’ll climb highly, it’s to use The leg. It isn’t supposed to be carried by Others to an expensive place There is only way no one can walk besides You in the world. A field’s reaching Where or, you aren’t supposed to care Advance earnestly. Find the way The grow of my heart What could be possibly be beyond this point? There are things that are conveyed Even without saying If I were to be reborn, I would like to be a bird Enjoyed the street noises It will not be long before the winter,acute pain Stuck inside a cloud