A Thinking Man


I think is a series of pulling tides,
measuring the distance of each man's stride

Forging valleys down mountains below;
Heaven on earth is where the wild things grow

Sweet grass bask with beauty sublime;
Lazy rivers never cared about time

I think life is a series of pulling tides,
measuring the distance of each man's stride

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