This popped into my head at one o'clock this morning and demanded to be written down. I don't know where it came from or where I'm meant to take it or even what to call it. So I thought I'd share it with you all and see what interpretation people place it and what they think it should be called.
Alex
Maybe I cannot ride but I can walk. Maybe I cannot walk but I can crawl. Maybe I cannot crawl but am confined to one place. Well then I have my eyes to see the beauty before me, my ears to hear the songs the world sings and my nose to smell the heavenly aromas that surround me. If the day should come when I am deprived of these senses then they will live on in my memories and these memories will never die, they will pulse in my blood, beat in my heart and sing in my soul.
That's all folks.
