Musing faraway rapt, to reckon with now. Pondering ceaselessly with no avail. Constant brainstorming is our now. It will always be so. Love is future, pain is the past. Hope is dangerous because expectation value concept. Life is the answer here…
Children, Nature, You, I, are under a watchful eye. It’s constant, yet holds no bounds. That’s the gift of life and the curse of now. Love to love means to stay alive. For without this thought all concept begins to die. ~ Jon
Electric Icarus Project 