The secrets of my heart, which are the secrets of humanity.
I want to run with the wolves, dance between sunbeams, laugh on the wind. I want to become more, to spin myself into fine silk, casting away all the coarse material, and then weave my being into something beautiful. I want to do grand things, amazing feats, incredible acts. I want to be remembered when I'm gone, leave behind wonderful pieces of my soul. I want to sing in space, caress the bones of the earth, know the hearts of people. I want to be more than I am. I want more than I can have. But I'll still dream, even though in the wishing and wanting, I am sad.