If your very, very quiet and do not make a sound I'll share a little secret that seems a bit profound Each thought that is imagined gains life its own and drifts into reality looking for it's home
Some people call it Karma some people call it fate some people call it kindness others call it hate some people use it wisely some people sell it cheap some call it happiness but others call it grief
tragedy from tragedy a lovers kiss (that's simple) religion falls behind the walls where paradise remains did suffering suggest the cause of all our little questions the answer was not coming soon she paused for reflection