“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”

waiting is wasting for people like me…

You still are blind, if you see a winding road, ‘cause there’s always a straight way to the point you see.

Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..