With my mind I gain knowledge and with my hands I put it to use. I imagine what the world could be and then I speak it into being. I have moved across the face of the Earth and met its wonders, yet my heart still longs for the stars. I have listened to an opera in the Baths of Caracalla in Rome, saw a play in the Odeon of the Acropolis in Athens, shared tea in a cave with a Bedouin, huddled in a bomb shelter under the rockets of terrorists, rode a camel in the canyons of Petra, and sketched the Hagia Sophia along the Bosphorus.
Of Me, What Dreams
Of Me, What Dreams
Of Me, What Dreams
With my mind I gain knowledge and with my hands I put it to use. I imagine what the world could be and then I speak it into being. I have moved across the face of the Earth and met its wonders, yet my heart still longs for the stars. I have listened to an opera in the Baths of Caracalla in Rome, saw a play in the Odeon of the Acropolis in Athens, shared tea in a cave with a Bedouin, huddled in a bomb shelter under the rockets of terrorists, rode a camel in the canyons of Petra, and sketched the Hagia Sophia along the Bosphorus.