Numerals, overalls and other advices A thousand days, a thousand ways To make it right, even at night. What a sight? ​ Being in awe, sunrise or sunset, All that you get, all that you do, It's not about you, my little Boo. ​ We are meant to fly high in the sky, We are meant to dream, to walk to the rim of the world. Or so I was told. ​ A thousand years journey start one day indeed, One step is all you need to do, my little Boo. ​ A thousand worlds to visit, future or past, should be possible, If you change your 'want' to 'must' What a blast! ​