The sun shines so bright, but I feel a cloud coming. I do not believe in time nor do I believe in distances in this infinite space where travel is impossible. Between here and there a midpoint will always appear. Once that midpoint is reached, another one announces its place. It is always in between, hindering us from reaching what we aim at.
So then there is here, and travel is not what it might at first sight appear. It is in thought we travel, so the skies above that shine so blue, are but a thought by me and a thought by you. A thought of sunshine in my field I see, not feeling happy because of the light nor is the light shining because I am happy. I do not distinguish between the observer and the observed, so in my words today I am shining and happy.
Yet a cloud I sense, it is on its way, is it in my mind or is it there? The sky is still blue, so I turn to you, is the sun still shining or did my rain fall on you? Forgive my rain, they were just words. I do not feel attached to the dark moods of the skies, the acidic rain was not meant for your eyes.
No it was just a way for me to clear my mind, to shine some light on the monsters under my bed, to find they were all figments of my imaginative head. Because surely when life is a play and all is joy, what are the words from this foolish boy? They take me up they take me down, so come on and and enjoy this merry go round.
So shine inside and shine without, today I AM spring, and so I shine without a doubt.
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