If the true default of man is chaos,
And all the artificial laws in the world are to reign in this nature,
Is not the real idol worthy of worship in this world: opportunity?
And, common courtesy:
To do with it what you will in good faith rather than ill will.
Queen of silhouettes,
Has come upon a optimistic streak;
Who knew melancholy was fertile soil,
To sprout optimistic buds as well?
Or, I may be just a hippy addict,
On the modern opium trail;
Say ‘no’ to drugs kids,
Enjoy good music like this instead!
The Journal of The Writer of (Invisible) Woes!