The Curse of Humanity

Under this big blue sky with the sun shimmering down on the clear flowing water of the ever lasting rivers sprouting from the chasm of colossal mountains I sit at the edge of imagination dangling my feet by the great oak tree And I see, and I think, and I feel, the world is beautiful…

There is no place for common sense.

There it is sitting by the riverside, the moon glimmering on its face like the sparkling glimpse of a distant world, Just sitting there casually, not seeming lost even though I feel it is, Staring into the slow flowing water with a wry smile on its face and feet dangling in the cool water playfully…