Oh the horizon..

To find it this elusive thing

Where it escapes to distances

My heart can wish upon

To dream of magic wishing ponds

Silk flying in the breeze

I rest then upon a staff

And watch the rippling waters

And catch myself a fish

Only to set it free

That good things will come to me

Will come

And patiently.

So Mark, say something smark

There are some advantages to having a brain,

And sometime the brain can get too stirred up:

Like a mini tornado

And who wants that!