contrepirates

As the night falls softly, softly; As the ships all sail in flocks; On they walk, our sons and daughters, Under starlight, on they walk. In their sleep, they still move forth Crouching, running near the ground; Beat the road and break 'way north Speed of shadow, speed of sound. As the moon observes their journey, As the clouds guard their heads, I can promise, they will make it, I can see it, I can tell. On they move, our sons and daughters, Leaving you and I behind, With our stories, with our worries... Sails the ship and falls the night.

Now that all that I know is behind me and I am standing on the edge of what seems to be a flat little world, I know what they will say. They will ask : and now what are you planning to do with your life? That isn't what they really mean, though. If they were honest, they would say : in what way are you planning to conform to what is expected of you? I can see it already, I am wearing your white shirt and it makes me feel brave, so I decide to be completely honest. And I answer : I am deeply concerned by the gradual decline of nomad traditions in Mongolia. I plan to make myself useful by learning as much as I can before all is lost. I plan on