I am spinning on this planet with a tear in my eye.
I have seen a movie.
I am but a speck on this planet.
Like dust on a mantle that is lifted into the air.
I am daydreaming for peace knowing that it will never happen.
Should I stand still and get rolled over by some evil mass?
Why am I spinning on this planet with a dried tear in my eye?
Nothing is making sense.
The cat rearranges her self on the white plastic bag and then takes a nap.
Words & Graphics by Tomas