| When poets stop | |||
| Changing | |||
| Growing | |||
| They stop being | |||
| Poets | |||
| Loose the | |||
| Gift | |||
| Tis not easy to | |||
| Always be | |||
| Searching | |||
| To keep turning down | |||
| New roads | |||
| Seeking new | |||
| Ways | |||
| The temptation so | |||
| Great | |||
| Sometimes | |||
| To put away my | |||
| Walking shoes | |||
| Stop moving | |||
| On | |||
| Although every gift is | |||
| Also a | |||
| Curse | |||
| Can we deny them | |||
| Without denying | |||
| Being all we | |||
| Can be | |||
| Have to find | |||
| The | |||
| Courage | |||
| To seek changes | |||
| Follow the moon | |||
| Unlock | |||
| Doors | |||