And I know

So brash is this life we lead:

A conundrum filled with ever present wonder and many a strong rock.

Elephants filled our eyes when we only see stars. This'll confuse you to no end, but only know that it is your way. Never knowing which way we'll go, for up is down and down is up.
Is it a work of love? Is it the end to which we’ll know the beginning and middle, or something else entirely.
Kitty cats won’t meow to you, but will look to an explosion of light. A bright frequency never in doubt. You’ll know it to be true.
Only then can we disguise our meanings. Showing the oak lamentation, a weeping sleeve in the depths of winter. Written on silk paper, a poem of dreams. For we are blessed.

Music to my ears. Is it the same love that we’re used too, or something brand new? Nothing will ever accomplish this goal and to what end do we seek this self styled accrued wealth? Aggressive and unwilling to expand, will only result in a close demise, or is it really an expansion we are sought after? Great, isn’t it? Another little song that we can cherish, to a never knowing end. What are your thoughts and expectations, satisfaction? An apple acknowledges another anatomy and atom.

Good times. Silly times. I speak of the now times. Here we are, so lucky and praised in ourselves. In the others. Is it like a giant net, or something else? I’m now on a placard. Go dance and be free.