I say
in an ordinary city with ordinary people
who live ordinary lives,
raising ordinary kids in ordinary
schools teaching them ordinary
thougts they should have andlive by
in an ordinary world created in an
ordinary illusion of thinking
and imagine ordinary physics
of words unsaid as in a movie
hundred centurys ago,
who's doing the father or the son
gets to be a winner of the spirit
or the mind in darkness instead of
light and light instead of love?
love is the string, the end and the
beginning.
everything starts or ends up
with love.
