Fantasmic!
musing
The sadness that surround,
always beside above or behind,
it’s purpose ever to be around
Knowingly from my window lookin out,
moving forward even on a cloud
Something to do while being blue,
that is what it’s all about.
Jokingly said the pauper to the clown
the future may always be thus unknown
Unpertrubed the clown smiled
who cared if you lived it full
he’d seen much but not all
that, he knew from within
Despite all he kept the grin
false may it be & sometimes thin
helped the world to turn & yet again
was it enough not to go insane.
People don’t realize how much they are in the grip of ideas. We live among ideas much more than we live in nature.
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| — | Saul Bellow (from Whiskey River) (via crashinglybeautiful) |
