I dwell in possibility…

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

I dwell in possiblities.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

Hope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without words And never stops at all.