Literature
Everywhere
Where cranes and gulls can spread their wings,
I've but to wallow among the reeds;
in a paradise, or so it seems,
where white sands and palms open up the sky,
I shouldn't have a need to fly.But each new place quickly grows old,
and memories are too easy to hold;
happiness is neither here nor there
and sadness follows everywhere.Where valleys leave me plenty of room,
and all I can see is the endless brume;
in a sanctuary, or so it should be,
where mountains rise to bring me the sky,
I'd still find a need to fly.Because each new day quickly grows old
with memories being too easy to hold,
and happiness is neither here nor there
but sadness fo...