What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

Icebergs behoove the soul (Both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres?

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.