Briefly i say...
i Loathe
the mad'g morn'g crowd
that rushes before my face
oblivious
to the world
in all its stillness and glory
surely it deserves
a moment of awe
i say
In a Wonderland they lie. Dreaming as the days go by. Dreaming as the summers die. Ever drifting down the stream; Lingering in the Golden Gleam; Life what is it but a dream?