In Fool's Paradise. With ambivalence we Would face the disappointment Of those requests For brew. But why the tea Drinkers cry. Jet air lines floating Parallel above in the sky. Diffused sunlight shadows the grounded afternoon.
Music recognizes no definition between people, no polarity of man and woman.
The passers by can see the music as it blends all thoughts. The picture continues and holds this scene, as music holds to nothing going directly to our Alpha waves. Dispersing harmony, the music shows us how simple and reachable the calm is. So I go inside deep to relax with the flow. And even in writing all becomes uncapturable.