My eyes open to hear the whistle
Of a far off trian in the distance

I turn on my side and try so hard
To ignore its existence

I hear the coo of a dove
Fluttering high in the sky

I cannot keep my eyes shut
No matter how hard I try

I hear chimes in the wind as they scatter
Their beautiful music in all directions

All of a sudden I feel so aware
Of all my own imperfections

The time is vividly here and beckons me
To rise and meet the new day

I have this deep wonderment of what it is
I am going to find along the way

So, here I go to make it on my own
Here I go to do it all alone

I am not afraid as I know I can do it
As it is the only way I have ever known

My head will be up, I will search high and low
To answer the questions of I want to know

So, here I come world once again
To see your magical and mysterious show

Most of all I want you to know
I do it with vibrant hope, and a whimsical glow

Thank you so much world for this wonderful Excitement that you continuously hold





Written by: S. Matheson
10/26/2002