360
Dear mother,
I’m feeling hungry
Not a dime to my name
Unlimited exploration
I don't know where to start
The globe keeps spinning
Such a day
With each lesson learned, love and blessings exhibit
Through the treasure of knowledge
Though it cannot be touched
No one can take it away from me
It goes on and on
And on and on
I rotate like a rolling stone
Full 360
Building every time
Created underwater
With the first circle completed
Now rolling along the tide
High, I hold on
Wise, I know there is always something to learn
I would be foolish if I think I knew it all
I’m feeling hungry
But only feed me with what can endure
At 359
I prepare to take on the next tide
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