Travelling to the outside Of in A world contained Of nothing By no one To examine Perhaps the genius of snails One cannot Encapsulate A life Too real For some
Look through me Far into the future What do you think you see What does the vision nurture Is it to be expected That all will be as should Or have you just projected The pattern that history provides as food
I remember the joy of consuming happiness there is a season for everything this time I will just sit out in the rain bated breath waiting for a change.