Day turns to Night, Night turns into Day, Behind me, before me, and then all around, Shades of light wax, wane, and turn, As in a heaving bosom, Mornings rise and fall. Like the dried up bark of a Joshua tree, I press on to my tomorrow, For 5000 years. Still working, Through Rain, chill, and frost, Through Skies clear, blue, and stormy.
"What if? Why not? Challenge the Convention! Let's do some incredible things!" More Quotes
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